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.
Posted in response to the challenge Animal.
as I sit here-
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow,
watching the leaves fall,
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display
I holler to the trees,
they answer with a rustle
here I sit-
bathed in darkness
trapped beyond reach of the sun
I do not touch the poor creatures they cast into my darkness
flesh does not satiate me
so I chew on my rage
Autumn! She's here at last, sweeping about the earth in a whirlwind of color.
Now turn the days to cool, and the nights to cold!
Comments
I think I'm with you, I think I'd choose to be a fox as well! Such sly and mysterious creatures... When I picture them, it's dancing in the moonlight, too. "Wild life" vs. "wildlife" is a clever distinction.
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