Within the forest down yonder,
There lives a fox compiled of wonders.
Whenever the people of the
Surrounding town go and inquire
The fox's whereabouts; their questions
Are met with confusion and nought.
"The fox was here!" they will exclaim;
And the fox was there, that's all explained.
The fox, although taking all accusations;
Of bad luck, thievery, and maliciousness
That runs rampant throughout the town...
Is not to blame; those things were all caused
By humans' past. Their ghosts, those pale white ghosts;
They are to blame. The Fox of the Stars;
That you can see in the middle of the night,
Is only as bright as the given light.
It cannot, and will not; shine for those who don't deserve
The beauty, grace, and intelligence this fox reserves.
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Another question for anyone and everyone:
What does the Fox represent to you?
I'd love to know your thoughts; if you are uncomfortable with sharing your thoughts publicly, don't fret!
I'm not sure if this site has a private messaging system, if it does not; my email is:
flynnphelan@yahoo.com
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Have a lovely day, and stay safe!