Foxy and Faux

Off the tracks and deep in the trees.
Charlie fell down to his knees.
It was getting dark and he was tired.
Lost in the forest of Bagley Byard.
His little feet could take no more.
That’s why he collapsed onto the floor.
But through the trees and through the tears.
He came upon one of his fears.
For there before him stood a fox.
His teeth protruding, like small sharp rocks.
He knew that foxes could be quite vicious.
Despite their fluffy tails, they were most capricious.
And could snap and tear at poor Charlie’s throat.
Releasing a scream and his final death note.
So Charlie stood, and stared and prayed.
Hoping the small fox, would just go away.

It was getting late and he was hungry,
But past the point of being angry.
It was tough to be a vegetarian fox.
While the others chewed on rabbit and ox.
Little red spent hours searching.
For wild asparagus and all things nourishing.
He’d wandered now beyond the borderline.
And though it sent a shiver down his spine.
To be so close to the human track.
His stomach pushed him on, not back.
And then he saw the young boy ahead.
He stopped and froze, and cocked his head.
And hoped he hadn’t seen his fur.
His freighted eyes, his tiny stir.
For little red hoped as his legs now were jelly.
To not end up, in that boy’s belly.

Instinct

These poisonous measures that bring such illuminating visions.
The kind of thoughts you expect around decay.
Or any other day.
It’s like the fox who gnaws his own foot to fill his stomach.
It’s the bird that flew home for winter, missing the snow.
Lunacy.
Albeit well placed. Camouflaged by desperation.
And that deep desire to be happy.

Water-fall-melt

You glide like a ghost, into dreams and into my arms.
I’ll be your moorlands, your Wuthering heights of safety.
Holding you down while your fears drift away.
Keeping the wolves at bay with my fox fighting.
The hunt of tooth and claw and self-preservation, partner protection.
Your hands find their way, around my back in into my heart.
Holding my breath, I keep my eyes close.
Waiting for the fall, waiting for the kiss to convince me it’s real.
It crashes into me like a waterfall, sending me tumbling into your deep blue waters.
Cleansed by the storm, purified by your kindness.
I cascade, crash, collapse into now.
Into this. Into you.
Shattering like stars in the water, sparks that sizzle and splutter.
Swimming in the sweetness of love.
No longer scared of fire
Shaking off my red fur, dripping into your soul.
Loving you for eternity