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Who is this grinning fox Half hidden in the leaves 'Tween wall and tree You face us straight on Watching our eyes
Foxes are rumored to be Shape shifters Like the fearful werewolves Sometimes called 'Loup Garou' Or even the poetic "Rougarou"
But foxes look so cute Or so our children think Foxes are small, Like dogs and cats, They must be harmless
Don't get me wrong I'm happy to see foxes too They are like fairies and imps Feral in their wildness Reminding us of our origins
Once we were feral Part of us still is But mostly we have lost it That wild unthinking growl That comes straight from the blood
But foxes seem both more and less Like Ravens, Coyotes, and Rats They live among us Sharing space with us Meeting us from time to time
And who's to pass judgement When they could well outlive us Will they remember humans After we have left the scene Leaving only the ruins of our cities
Who is this grinning fox
ReplyDeleteHalf hidden in the leaves
'Tween wall and tree
You face us straight on
Watching our eyes
Foxes are rumored to be
Shape shifters
Like the fearful werewolves
Sometimes called 'Loup Garou'
Or even the poetic "Rougarou"
But foxes look so cute
Or so our children think
Foxes are small,
Like dogs and cats,
They must be harmless
Don't get me wrong
I'm happy to see foxes too
They are like fairies and imps
Feral in their wildness
Reminding us of our origins
Once we were feral
Part of us still is
But mostly we have lost it
That wild unthinking growl
That comes straight from the blood
But foxes seem both more and less
Like Ravens, Coyotes, and Rats
They live among us
Sharing space with us
Meeting us from time to time
And who's to pass judgement
When they could well outlive us
Will they remember humans
After we have left the scene
Leaving only the ruins of our cities
yamabuki