366 Poems: July 30th, 2016

Fire Fox

In scarlet gowns and golden locks

she runs, a little fire fox.

She laughs and sings and cries and talks.

She takes the bruises and the knocks,

and as I peer outside this box

I’ll bless that little fire fox.

For she’s the one who leaves my blues

for pinks and reds– my greatest muse.

And I will always break the locks

to save my little fire fox.

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