If for some reason, when this body expires
And my spirit may find itself here once more
I’d desire to be a fox
And would be the most cunning..
I already know what people are like
They hurt each other and animals, too
Never would be confined as a pet
I may well be sly enough to sneak upon you.
I imagine I would watch the highbrow man eat his meal
On a bench and sneer at the homeless man
Laying a sandwich on the seat as he takes his drink
His eyes averted, I stick my head through the bars.
Catching the bread and meat between my teeth
My amber eyes would gaze at the homeless man
Stalking cautiously to him, placing it in his hand
Naturally, I’d dash away before he touches me.
In a second life as the fox
My soul would be unbroken
I would never allow another
The option to capture or tame me.