To Be the Fox

Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —  
to answer with such a simple thing, 

but 'tis what draws my heart — 
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight. 

Could I choose, I would be one with her, 
screaming in the hollow night air, 
hunting rodents in the deep woods. 

I long, more than anything, to join her — 
to run along the forest floor, wind ruffling my fur — 
to perk my ears at the rustling of leaves, 
to join the wild life.