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From a Wolf to a Fox, in the long ago when such thoughts were true.
oOoOne winter I, a wolf so brave, while padding through the snow
Chanced upon a silver fox who smiled and quipped “Hello,
Who are you, my fine young wolf, and what might be your name?”
’Twas then I smiled and raised my head and waited for her game.
She rose and shook her ermine fur, full coated for the cold,
Her brush and pelt were fine to see, said I “May I be bold
As to enquire from you, my dear, your own name first and true
For you are a fox and I a wolf - (Can, really, I trust you?)
At that she laughed - a crystal laugh - so pure and sweet and true
And smiled as she replied to me “I thought the same of you!
Let us be friends, Oh fine young wolf, let all our thoughts be pure,
And I won’t lie to you at all and like to me you’ll do.”
We sat and talked into the night, the moon she rose so high,
And I felt warm and calm and safe while she was by my side.
I spoke about my life and times, she listened quietly,
Then her turn came and I took in the tale she told to me…
“Cass am I, my friends all gone,” she met me with a stare,
“I was so lost and sinking low until I met you here.
I’ve found a friend, I know that now; I see it in your eyes.
To find a wolf so warm and true has proven a surprise.”
In her eyes, the silver light reflected from a star,
She told of all that life had thrown at her and hers so far.
Of summer nights among the trees with someone held, so dear,
And the hurt and pain and sorrow when they were no longer near.
Of finding out and puppy love and gentle springtime rains;
Of youth and joy and chasing down the lonely country lanes;
Of autumn bliss and stolen kiss from those dear to her heart;
Of promises ne’er to be broke’ and vows they’d never part.
Yea, life was good, the days were long and pleasures was their due
‘Til the cycle changed to not-so-good (as cycles always do).
And deepest winter came and cold bit in and life turned hard
And hunger and oblivion would not be far behind.
Her friends withdrew. She was alone, mem’ries all she had.
The golden dreams of yesteryear made her hurt so bad.
Many bitter tears she shed as she cursed her fate
That dragged her now, a frozen waif, to death’s darkening gate.
Hurt and lost and tired and worn and thinking it’s the end,
She came upon a fine young wolf and wished he’d be a friend.
And so she ended her lonely tale and smiled again anew
And said with her head bowed: “I hope that friend is you.”
At that I rose and smiled and growled and ran ’round - to and fro
Spinning, chasing, barking, laughing and running in the snow.
“Yes!” barked I, “and gladly! A friend like you to find
Has always and forever been dwelling in my mind!”
Cass smiled at me: a pleasant smile and my heart leapt so high -
The warmth I sensed would melt the snow like lightning from the sky!
And even though we had first met just barely hours ago,
My happy heart said right away it’s her I want to know.
A wolf and fox sat on a hill, both warm amidst the snow,
Singing to the lovely moon before she sank too low
For us to see; the song we sang, lifted high and true,
A song of crystal purity - of joy- of me - of you.
So there we stayed, Cass and I. And happiness our due,
The very same happiness that I now send to you.
If you are lost, hurt and worn, I know that you’ll meet soon
Someone dear and special on a hill, beneath the moon.
oOo
Category Poetry / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Wolf
Size 119 x 120px
File Size 4.3 kB
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