Pax

   Abandoned by humans, such as it goes...

 A young little fox, left on the road, 

 A boy filled with sorrow, but it's too late, 

 As this little fox shall soon dance with fate.

This fated fox? He was named Pax, 

 His human side? Severed by nature's ax, 

 A civil young fox, in the wild, he's meek, 

 A distrusting vixen, of humans he reeks.

The Bain of all evil, and all living things, 

 The air itself breaks, dirt is soon razed, 

 A display of gods, the stream isn't safe, 

 A dead fox companion, Grey is true pain.

Chew through a cord, and stop this hell rain, 

 The now wild fox, stopping the raze, 

 Ignoring the vixen, and her pleading eyes, 

 A curious runt, a leg is the price.

Recovering slowly, runt had two guards, 

 Pax and the vixen, hunting afar,

 Pax slowly learned, the way of the wild,

 And caught his first prey, with craze not so mild.

A nice human snack, a small little swipe, 

 The vixen soon loves it, a kit shown the light, 

 An encounter later, the two foxes groom,

 Each to each other other, in lights of the moon,

 She finishes, and leans next to him, 

  The scent is now gone, you don't reek of them.

Evil incarnate, a hellspawn of tan, 

 An angle of death, the color of sand,

 A scent of alarm, in every slow breath,

 A hunting coyote, that reeks of death.

No match for his size, Pax tried the same,

 As the tides turned, he was losing death's gam

e His boy to the rescue, drove them away,

 A little toy soldier, and they parted ways

He soon learned something everyone should,

He hated it vastly, as much as he could,

As fate now showed him, through an owner of one,

Humans only drink water,

'Cause it doesn't rain blood...

-Pax