Song of The Fox

The wounded fox approached me in my dreams every night. Clothed in satin and white, I delighted in her presence. I was innocent back then, So I never understood when she had said, "I ran for miles, only to hit the wall. I wanted to love, only to fall. I tried to imitate something perfect, only to watch it disintegrate. Happiness has always alluded me. How far can you fly with wings of feathers and glue? I scream at the sky, Only heaven knows why. I fall apart at every seam, Self-destruction is a beautiful fantasy."

As I aged, I thought back to the fox.

Deluded and wounded, she was taken too soon.  Derived from harsh whispers and voices that bite, Only now do I  understand why she wandered through the night. She taught me the value of life, So when offered a cigarette I declined. Lord knows I wanted to die, But I couldn't go in vain. I watched my only friend suffer through years of pain.