The fox lived life in a gilded cage Comforts, riches, all he desired Yet he prowled, forever restless no matter how many kits he sired No matter how many vixens loved him he couldn’t give love in return No matter how much prey he brought to the den there was always more to earn The chase was never ending Each kill satiated less and less The void within grew bleaker Melancholy stole away his rest Fight and flight perpetuated A circle that never decreased The answer seemed far beyond him Even the question was out of reach Caught in a current of more of the same Numb to the pain, but also the joy A whisper within grew stronger A knowing he'd sought to avoid Let go it commanded, so certain as truth spread to the fox's heart Lay down all your tightly clutched burdens An end is the best place to start When his heart had bloomed brightly open the fox was freed from his self-made trap Small steps at first that broke to a run Instead of taking, he began to give back When he gave up holding so tightly to all that he thought he possessed, he found all that he truly needed: Just enough. No more and no less.
I posted this rhyme last Sunday but it seems to have unposted itself so it’s back for round two.
Thank you for joining me for another Sunday rhyme time. I was lucky enough to see a fox in my garden once in the half light of dawn, I didn’t have my glasses on so I wondered what manner of creature was visiting me, until I was able to focus my tired eyes. We stared at each other for a few long moments before it felt safe enough to continue its journey, a little bit of ordinary magic woven into my day.
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