Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
Could I choose, I would be one with her,
screaming in the hollow night air,
hunting rodents in the deep woods.
I long, more than anything, to join her —
to run along the forest floor, wind ruffling my fur —
to perk my ears at the rustling of leaves,
to join the wild life.
Posted in response to the challenge Animal.
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
as I sit here-
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow,
watching the leaves fall,
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display
I holler to the trees,
they answer with a rustle
Comments
I think I'm with you, I think I'd choose to be a fox as well! Such sly and mysterious creatures... When I picture them, it's dancing in the moonlight, too. "Wild life" vs. "wildlife" is a clever distinction.
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