At midnight’s stroke, on empty road,
A clash of foes, an odd tow,
A husky dog, with fur so bright,
A 4-foot clown, in colorful sight.
Their quarrel born, from who-knows-where,
Growls and squeaks, filled the midnight air,
The clown’s red nose, against the night,
The husky’s eyes, shone with fierce light.
The clown’s oversized shoes did stride,
The husky countered, side by side,
Their battle raged, without a sound,
Under stars, in a silent town.
But as they fought, with strength and will,
Their shadows danced, on the hill,
A fleeting glimpse, of absurd delight,
A clown and husky, in midnight fight.
Their scrap ended, as sudden as begun,
The pair parted, beneath the moon,
No victor claimed, no loser fell,
Just a husky, and a clown, who dwelled.
They went their ways, into the night,
Leaving behind, a curious sight.
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