If only, if only, oh the fox sighs,
The dirt in my den were as soft as the skies
While the wolf waits above, hungry and lonely,
he cries to the moon,
if only if only
The fox in her den hears his somber tune
She leaves her safe place as he calls to the moon
a comforting paw, for a mind distraught
A kind of salvation he couldn't of thought
The Wolf speaks to her, let's go far away
To a place that I know, where humans can't stay
Clean water, cool shade, where prey runs amok
A kind of salvation she couldn't have thought.
They run away, and then start to breed;
What was two lovers, a nice family,
Too beautiful children, a son and a daughter
Humans come and take them
Bring them to the slaughter
The wolf tells the fox that she must stay behind
As he go gets his kin, a father too kind
Just as she thought that she'd just been saved
The wolf disappeared, she'd have to be brave
He left in the mist, and didn't return
To confide in his warmth, this the fox yearned
And then she awoke, still in her bed,
Too Dazed to think straight, covered in sweat
And laid beside her, there was the wolf,
Her Lucid dream, it went out in a poof.
He brought her close, as she laid down;
Whispered in ear, I won't make a sound
She breathed out knowing, her secret was safe;
The realm of her thoughts, this demonic place.
-Pax
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The Fox's Lullaby
PoetryThe first stanza referenced "The Woodpecker's Lullaby" from the book "Holes", but the poem is my original work. Oh, to have a safe place...