A Fox in Disguise

[vagabond]

It happened too quickly

A smudge of soft fur

A wild animal

Of that I was sure

A streak of orange

that just flew by

The blur in my eyes

A fox in disguise

I now had to find

this little sleek fox

I knew it had meaning

to this world where I’m lost

Slipping on faith

and holding the glimpse

Of the orange little prophet

That I’d just barely missed

So after my searching,

Off the old beaten trail

I spot an orange cat

With a fox-like tail.



Hi everyone!  New to the forum and really excited to get back into reading and writing poetry!!  This is an old poem I wrote before my life took some interesting turning points, and I was looking for "signs" from everything.

Hello!
I think your statement that you were looking for signs from everything at some point in your life explains the message of your poem. maybe there would be a way to include it in the poem.
but that´s just me, maybe it´s better unexplained.
anyway, the ending gave me a smile.
greetings