Fleeting Kitsune Poem

The other night in the bathtub (Gods, just having the time to take a bath was like a small slice of heaven) a poem about kitsunes came to me. Unfortunately, Rob interrupted and the poem went running off. I think it might have even been a haiku, and the kitsune had nine tails, so it was an old crafty kitsune who came to visit me...

Peering through the steam
Kitsune in the water
Nine tails quick to flee

Husband spying wife
This haiku can't beat the first
Fox poem now lost

Ah, wait, a sly fox
Nine tails, foxy grin, a wink
Come to tell me tales