Play jump rope in the air,
as sleep wakes up,
forests full of lions, tigers, and bears,
hugs by the ounces and kisses by the cup,
Delightful horrors and terrifying wonders,
believing fairies and living in daisies,
with the stepping stones' purrs,
equal to the safety of babies,
The fox bonds with its tail,
whether it rains or shines,
as eyes turn pale,
he therefore runs,
The woods cry in their sleep,
clouds crowd into the war,
in the shadows he creeps,
to the make-believe and very far,
The flies know and the bees see,
destruction conquers while love kills,
vines grab and humans flee,
the box has no use for pills,
glasses left and hair is lost,
the fox returns and is for blame,
justice stolen and lines are crossed,
because the tail and the fox aren't the same.
Soldier's Wife
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fox-and-its-tail/
