Fox

He had only wanted the grapes, but elected

To chase hens instead

Chased them around, around the house

With scandalous smile and itchy paws

Bright pink tongue lathering his lips

So his words would be slick

He snagged your attention at the door

All gingers do, bright orange rang an alert

You knew he would have a riddle to sell you

Leaving you swooning for hours

Not missing your finery or your pride he stole

As he exited to the left and danced in the moonlight

And with the right shadow, his ears

Became horns

He held tricks in his back pocket

And treated many to the sharpness of his teeth

Deceiving the wolf and stealing from the crow

Were only a few of his adventures

He had no problem telling you these stories

And if you paid attention

You may have understood

Trusting a fox

Wasn’t the wisest thing

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s