Myself & the fox
we're hunted, hiding,
sneaking, slipping, sliding
through fertile lands & barren grounds,
forever strangers, shying dangers
from hurtful hands & hired hounds,
smoking guns on grassy mounds,
the fox & me,
myself & the fox.

Myself & the fox
we're watching, waking,
wide-eyes-making, red-heart-aching,
on verdant hills & scrappy fills,
no more believing, barely perceiving
shadowy sounds underground
from creaking reels & grinding wheels,
the fox & me,
myself & the fox.

Myself & the fox
we're falling, flying
higher, steeper, wider, deeper
into the breathless nothingness
where winds of space will sweep us
from the grim graveyard scene
to shimmering starfields of green,
the fox & me,
myself & the fox.

Myself & the fox
we're daring the world to begin;
lighting up, radiant cup,
sticky stems among sultry gems,
gold of rust & beaming it in
from glittering weeds of wonder,
thicket, thatch, thistle & thunder,
the fox & me,
myself & the fox,
my foxy friend, my partner,
my self.