Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Starlight Fox














Down the long tunnel of mystery
the fox precedes me.

His step is light and sure.
Sometimes he glances back over his shoulder.

His face holds a quizzical expression.
He seems about to laugh a foxy laugh.

Behind me the small room retreats,
The voice of the shaman grows fainter.

I follow the fox down
to the starlit chamber.

The fox leads the way.
We find the right path, follow it.

At length, I emerge with the boon into daylight
just as the fox vanishes.

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