08-20-2013, 03:11 AM
A fox came out of the woods,
its fur was dark, but loud and obnoxious.
In the silent way of foxes,
it said:
"Life is a losing battle
against death."
Animals only speak platitudes.
I spent 15 years in a cinder block shack,
governed by raccoon;
their eyes glowed when they looked straight at you,
unlike people.
They see right to the heart of things,
they're not afraid of repeating what's obvious...but final.
A disabled kid from one of the houses by the edge of the woods
came by one afternoon, burning leaves with a lighter
and throwing them at the shack trying to burn it down;
but the blocks wouldn't burn that way.
Besides, he was scared of the raccoon,
and ran when he saw their eyes.
Later when I'd moved out of the woods,
and that fox silently spoke to me,
I didn't know the mentally disabled boy had joined the military
and his one-armed brother was somewhere dying of cancer.
Now I know.
its fur was dark, but loud and obnoxious.
In the silent way of foxes,
it said:
"Life is a losing battle
against death."
Animals only speak platitudes.
I spent 15 years in a cinder block shack,
governed by raccoon;
their eyes glowed when they looked straight at you,
unlike people.
They see right to the heart of things,
they're not afraid of repeating what's obvious...but final.
A disabled kid from one of the houses by the edge of the woods
came by one afternoon, burning leaves with a lighter
and throwing them at the shack trying to burn it down;
but the blocks wouldn't burn that way.
Besides, he was scared of the raccoon,
and ran when he saw their eyes.
Later when I'd moved out of the woods,
and that fox silently spoke to me,
I didn't know the mentally disabled boy had joined the military
and his one-armed brother was somewhere dying of cancer.
Now I know.