Fox Poems 1 - Dual Nature/Single Identity
I see you draw back the arrow A caustic remark To the machinations of a being Not like yourself. Cicaeda in the shell A question answered, in time: A reality, or a dream? One's soul... a soul. One cannot live as another. So draw back...
Objection
By any means be the one to the goal. Whatever that may mean. Seems it's the drive of all mankind. "Only I achieved." "I was the Hero." Selfishness. Yet, here is more; "It is only right that we volunteer ourselves for the greater good." And to...
Meat
Grinding nails, pulling up flakes, the taste of garlic. Pain. Thoughts of malaise. "Why me?" Restless nights, and slept-through days. Pictures of women--not human, not animal--both. _Kami no Kitsune._ Bad habits, worse reflection. A handsome face...
That Boy's Buried Principle
Bodily freedom is a hard thing to come by But I won't stop! To feel the rush of the wind in my hair--no pain, no itching, no misery One sleek animal promises to me, I can run, swift and be free--no, be me! No more lament, just moving forward on all...
There's a Place in the Great Pack for You
But when paul later passed someone--fluffy copper-colored fur, long tuft of tail, slender snout--he would've sworn was a werefox, perhaps some kind of weredog, neither human nor wolf but here nonetheless, he also couldn't help but wonder.