Come and See Oxford

In the garden, under the apple tree,

I saw a fox prowling around.

Come and see.

You will walk from High street, down Queen's lane,

emerging under the Bridge of Signs.

You will walk from neoclassical architecture

along a medieval passageway.

Come and see.

Bring your wand and your magical broom,

wear your invisibility cloak searching for truth

in the Duke Humphries Library.

Come and see.

In the winter when the ancient town is dressed in silver,

let the snow ball fight commence in the South Park.

Come and see.

P.S. This is apparently an attempt to mimic Ramsey's letter to Jon Snow. But this is nothing evil, but a friendly invitation XD. Probably I should make it into a rhymed poem later.

(Originally written on a postcard to a dear friend.)