Reynard City Fan Poem 1 of 3
Trapped by cold steel with no way out to find.
Cut by cold steel within your cloudy mind.
All things become dark ore. You breathe dense air.
No tail can wag with such a weight to bare.
Oh, why did you just think about a tail?
Some part of you says, "Sniff and seek a trail
To where despair sees you unsheathe your claws
and clamp down on fear with predator jaws."
The crying face in mirrors gives a plea
to dig to a den under what you see,
and pounce upon the talents long at rest
until they scream and beg to take a test.
Yet, do not rush to gain great strength and bulk.
With fellow foxes, form a caring skulk.
With tails that wag together, be a team
With minds friend-linked toward one giant dream.
The cold, dark steel that trapped you in a box
gives way to special power of a fox.
No longer does the metal have you caught.
Things go beyond all that you saw or thought.
