A better place, they whisper

yet, its your arms i long to embrace.

they call it heaven,

a place above,

better than the earth we love.

if heavens better,

why does my heart ache for love i can't remake?

I am great and tall,

bushy and fast,

orange with swirls of yellow and white. 

I am a fox.

I run in the forest with my furry friends.

my tail bouncing,

you choose the coldest seat in the class

next to the tall pretty girl

with a gleaming smile and long, straight flowing hair.

taking one good look at her you already know her story.