The Fox and the Rabbit

"Some thoughts on trust and wondering if everyone else is a hungry fox."

The fox whispers to the rabbit

In a voice lean and keen

“Fear not dear beauty, my teeth are meant only to adore.”

The rabbit whispers back to the fox

In a voice shaky and low

“How can I love what I do not know?”

The fox eats the rabbit but loves the bones

The rabbit peaks open it’s eyes

And there the fox is again

Teeth smeared with the blood of a memory

The rabbit does not remember where the blood came from

The fox does

The fox knows what it’s doing

The fox whispers to the rabbit

In a voice sweet and heavy

“I love you”

The rabbit whispers back to the fox

In a voice soft and foolish

“I love you too.”

The fox eats the rabbit but loves it’s newfound luck

Love is a God damn fox

To which I mean to say

I am the rabbit

I know

There are dangerous things out there

But the thought that I am not loved

I cannot bare

So I walk right up to the fox

And I speak first

“Show me your teeth”

There’s comfort in knowing love could kill me

Knowing it would not be myself

The rabbit walks into the mouth of the fox because it loves her

The fox eats it’s last meal but loves the rabbit

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

This was an interesting poem Lillian. The way you changed narration when you reveal you are the rabbit. Love is hungry. Eats more than rabbits. Rats and mice. Sheep and their shepherd. Perhaps, as you say, we can't help but want to be a good meal.

[Lillian Kirsch]

I agree with ya on that one, my friend. Maybe it's easier to be a good meal then to hope for something better then that.

[willweb]

Wow, that was so clever and well-conceived. I really enjoyed this. I need to read it a few more times but this one really grabbed me. Nicely done

[Lillian Kirsch]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it, my friend