Dear Fox.

Dear Fox.

Today I found you

Abandoned in the woods.

The road stretched far,

Far from your home

And I tried

I wanted to hold you

And never let you go.

Do you know you are frail?

Your bones, dear boy,

they are brittle.

But I love,

no, I do adore them.

Those bones of yours.

I can see them,

protruding, your rib cage full

but hollow.

Just like your dreams.

I knit you a red scarf today.

I do so hope you wear it.

To cover up the rough patches.

I have gone for now.

Gone from the woods and far 

from the snow.

Do write.

Or call.

Howl.