The Scarlet Fox

Within a deep, warm nest dwells,

A flamed streak of fur,

In which she slumbers…

As she creates an aura of amiability.

A fox has made its home within its burrow,

There is a reddened glow of the fox,

The sense of tranquility within the fox.

Where monarch butterflies roam freely,

With vibrant petals of paradise birds,

Where Eden truly lives along the coral-lined cities of the modern world,

Amongst the loquat and kumquat trees,

And the pitter-pattering of the hummingbirds’ wings,

And blue jays landing on the leaves of olive green succulents,

As if Olympus were real and its beauty was multiplied by three.

The scarlet fox, lush and serene,

Red and intriguing like a rose,

With bright, brown eyes of mystery,

A smell of cinnamon-scented candles within her fleece,

With her righteous, golden heart,

She made the boy who is the one today,

The spectra are one with this fox as all seems perfect…

But alas… 

What happens when the fox leaves?

Will the home just become a house?

Will the flowers turn dull and animals stop living?

For there must come a time when the fox must go,

Then the biomes of the world go silent for their grand deprivations,

And they become more blunt,

Unpublicized to those who act like glorified mimics to hide their real expressions,

With fake ones…

Yes, “my precious,” had sucked up the soul of her so the thoughts wouldn't linger,

So the colorful mask didn't seem so obviously dull.

None shall ever know or speak,

For fate rarely calls upon us at the moment of our choosing,

And the coils of space-time unravel and the fox is incarnated anew into a trinity,

After its unexpected loss of life.

Within this massive multiverse of endless possibilities,

I hope there is a world where immortality is real,

So the little, scarlet lupine becomes luminescent forever and is never forgotten,

The fox will be reminiscent in our hearts…

© Niklen 12/11/16