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.

new school means new friends

i think as a stare across the table at the same friends.

but something seems different.

we're missing someone,

or many someones.

or maybe even a part of ourselves.