Fox

I'm not promoting foxes as pets at all- that is a bad idea!

Long snout,

               Ginger blanket,

                             Twitching whiskers.

 

A predator’s eyes, a child’s mind.

 

Prancing,

              Frolicking,

                            Joyful and Jubilant.

 

A little fox, my little fox.

Bought from the yard of a hippie.

Greasy and Grungy,

The smell of alcohol.

 

At first, pity.

A cardboard box is called temporary home.

Dog chow and rotting meat shoved in a corner,

Inadequate food for a graceful hunter.

 

Then, love.

A nuzzle given by snout, received by hand.

Silk smooth sashaying tail, relaying a warm welcome,

Dark eyes reflecting the blue beyond.

 

Money accepted,

              Hands shaking,

                           Deal made.

 

The car ride home is

 

Whiskers quivering,

              Ears swiveling,

                        Anticipation of the new, the unexplored.

 

New house,

            Small but clean.

New food,

            Things to hunt, to snatch and gobble up.

New smell,

            It smells like home.

 

Fox and human.

 

Nibbles on the hand,

Loving strokes on fur.

Jumping and energized,

Long strolls through the countryside.

 

Fox and human,

            We know of a perfect match.