I awoke to see the morning light,
Its wax dripping a few drops of red
Onto the white sheets in open air,
With millions to see and witness
A new day, a new life now started.
And upon my body,
Crushing the air from my chest
Ever so provocatively,
There laid you, my fox spirit,
Ever the wily one.
And who’s to tell what you did
When the night shrouded your
Innocence?
But I think the morning had it right
With what the moon told it.
For fox spirits are quick
And all that much more desperate
To give up what makes them weak,
Eager to see if they can take pain
And throw everything away.
