Spirit Fox
April 22nd 2007 01:56
It was cold,
When I found your bones,
In trees cave,
interrupting my mission.
I always thought it strange,
how the branch swept over there,
the needle soft leaves and tiny twigs,
caressing earth
in a wave shape
making an undug burrow
where you wept and cried
as the terrible poison
stripped the life
from your young bones.
Many of your brothers bones I found,
along with your sisters skins,
Scattered strewn,
from head to toe
of this barren wasteland
but none hurt me so -
much as you.
So curled and tiny you were,
in mother natures burrow
As if she'd felt your sorrow,
and stretched out an arm
knowing you had no strength
with which to dig your own,
she cuddled you close to her-
sometimes she's kind.
I wept to find you,
lying there.
Your story left for me
signs I could easily read.
How you suffered,
How long you lay there,
begging for deaths release,
as the fiery poison wasted you.
Heavy with tears I dug,
into hard icy ground
I made you a grave in sacred grove,
I covered it well so none would know -
How you had sufferred so.
I gathered every last bone,
each knuckle,joint,fang and claw
I left none of that be sure.
Save the skull,
which you bade me keep,
to sit at my stables door,
to point accusing eyes
At those who layed your death,
to bear your fangs at least once,
at those who undid
your young life.......
And as the skull remains with me.....
So do thee......
My poor spirit fox.....
When I found your bones,
In trees cave,
interrupting my mission.
I always thought it strange,
how the branch swept over there,
the needle soft leaves and tiny twigs,
caressing earth
in a wave shape
making an undug burrow
where you wept and cried
as the terrible poison
stripped the life
from your young bones.
Many of your brothers bones I found,
along with your sisters skins,
Scattered strewn,
from head to toe
of this barren wasteland
but none hurt me so -
much as you.
So curled and tiny you were,
in mother natures burrow
As if she'd felt your sorrow,
and stretched out an arm
knowing you had no strength
with which to dig your own,
she cuddled you close to her-
sometimes she's kind.
I wept to find you,
lying there.
Your story left for me
signs I could easily read.
How you suffered,
How long you lay there,
begging for deaths release,
as the fiery poison wasted you.
Heavy with tears I dug,
into hard icy ground
I made you a grave in sacred grove,
I covered it well so none would know -
How you had sufferred so.
I gathered every last bone,
each knuckle,joint,fang and claw
I left none of that be sure.
Save the skull,
which you bade me keep,
to sit at my stables door,
to point accusing eyes
At those who layed your death,
to bear your fangs at least once,
at those who undid
your young life.......
And as the skull remains with me.....
So do thee......
My poor spirit fox.....
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Comment by Kleonaptra
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Ash, it was unexpected this poem. I found him last year and just the other day this poured out....I think because the foxes are finally returning to the property, they made me think of him...
Nice as it is that the poisons gone, with foxes back I have to worry about the ducks all night....
Comment by Ash
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Good the poisons are gone.... careful of the ducks!
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