The Fox And The 40-Yard Pass Poem by Kewal Paigankar

If only I could fly!

I would hit a 40-yard pass
And watch it soar
High above the clouds
While I come up alongside it
Within touching distance of the immortals.
May be I’ll have Babe Ruth for company
Along with other demi-gods
Blessed with celestial gifts
As I remember them.

In the meantime the sly fox
Watches from the stands
Silent, eyes darting to and fro
Until they zoom in
On a half-eaten hamburger
In a partially open wrapper.
He won’t go hungry tonight
Nor will his friends
Until the onset of winter
When the current season ends.

He will remember the 40-yard pass
Along with the immortals.
What company he now keeps!