I can see the fox.
Staring back at me.
What do you want?
Why do you look at me?
It doesn't move.
Doesn't ever turn its head.
Staring.
I can see the fox.
It knows I'm here.
What are you waiting for?
Why won't you go?
Time passes.
The fox still sitting,
Staring.
I can see the fox.
I can hear the fox.
It's a scary thought.
What do you need from me?
Why can't you leave me alone?
I hate you fox.
I want freedom.
Staring.
I can see the fox.
I can see the fox.
I wish I couldn't.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis is just Some poems I'm writing, nothing to complex. It should be that hard to figure out the meaning of my poems. Poems don't have to be complex to be good. Then don't even need expert language. Remember that is you ever want to write some. I'm...
