I saw a baby fox today;
It looked like it had lost its way.
Its mom was nowhere to be seen;
I felt like I should intervene.
It looked like it had lost its way.
Its mom was nowhere to be seen;
I felt like I should intervene.
Its tail was long; its fur was red.
Its skinny frame looked underfed.
It paced a bit right near the road,
Perhaps in search of its abode.
Its skinny frame looked underfed.
It paced a bit right near the road,
Perhaps in search of its abode.
We drove away and left it there.
It wasn’t that we didn’t care;
But every creature that’s alive
Must learn the know-how to survive.
It wasn’t that we didn’t care;
But every creature that’s alive
Must learn the know-how to survive.
There’s a reason that each breath
Can tip the scale towards life or death.
Nature pulls the strings, not I,
Deciding who will live or die.
Can tip the scale towards life or death.
Nature pulls the strings, not I,
Deciding who will live or die.
I hope that balance falls in favor
Of that fox, for I would savor
That our lack of enterprise
Did not result in its demise.
Of that fox, for I would savor
That our lack of enterprise
Did not result in its demise.
This is a lovely poem. I like it a lot. Just a question: Why did you start out with "I" and then in the third stanza switch to "We" and then go back to I? Thank you for posting this poem. I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeletehello joy! so glad you signed onto my blog. i'm usually more consistent with my pronouns, but in this case, although i was with some family members when i saw the fox, the thoughts associated with wanting to intervene were strictly mine. thanks for your comments, though!
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