They are called upon by many names
Kitsune
Inari
Teumessian
Fox
But she prefers Freedom
Léim sí
Wispy tails
Glass whiskers
Forest trees moan to call her home
Rith sí
Rabbits were a main diet
She drank with wet fangs from paper ponds
Shnámh sí
Wagging free to cool fiery fur
God's of old sang her skeptical
Sleeping of high mountains
And worlds where humans don't belong
Shamhlaigh sí
Lugh found and tricked her
Transforming red fur to pale skin
Chaoin sí
Human toes
Human eyes
Decieve the ground around her
No longer green grass growing
But a cold world she knew
Faigheann sí bás
Leaves buzz to call her home
But human ears do not speak Gaelic
The earth that bore her pulled her deep in roots
Once that thrived and supported
