Fox

second poem i ever wrote.

when walking back from school one day
I chanced, upon a young fox
he stared at me, so lost and afraid
I felt that if i dared stare into his
crusting eyes, my heart would break.
It's frail and patchy body
looked singed as if, for the crime of vermin,
he had been burnt at the stake.

I began to search for food
anything to fill it's hollow face
amoungst my hoard of consumerism i found
and to the groung i lowered
a ham sandwich
curved and squished to resemble a
morbid smile
it was destined to die.

I wanted to reach out to it
comfort it, offer shelter from its hopeless fate,
in thart respect he was like me,
hopelessly incapeable
of breaking free,
But that is forbidden.
Authority has always told
to fear the chance of disease
but fear cannot rule our lives
else we hardly live at all.
I obay authority, ignore my heart
and mankind, once more,
is separate from nature.