The Fox Poem by Luca Menin

The winds scream at the moon behind the smoke clouds
reflecting at the tree, shadows of giants
Like descended from a spirit realm
a fox attentional emerges,
Her silver fur shine at the moon like gracious fire,
her amber eyes stare at the dark souls of the night
As her home in the deep of nature between berries bush and tall trees
Are been fenced away,
Now she ramble with flies on buckets of filth searching for home and something to eat.
The rain bouncing off the roof tiles falling like a waterfall in front of a cave
Shelter by a box soggy and wet she closed her eyes and rest.
No longer can her fur keep her warm, covered in mud and painful wounds
Always on the run from those who want her hunt.
Her soul been lost inside her eyes like a ghost
Like traces of footsteps covered by the snow
No more pity in her life just live to survive.
But one day a bright like take her away.
In the same night laughter and joy of a family coming home
Was echoing on the street
When a little boy call his father and say
Look daddy a fox his ling death on the road.