To a Fox

To a fox the world is simple

A twitching whiskered nose

Makes light of man's silly fickle heart

A playful joyous cry of freedom

Mocks the mediocrity of all the words of wise sages

To a fox life is simple and plain

He doesn't ask why his coat is soft, warm, and bright

His whiskers don't twitch on thoughts of sorrow and pain

Come what may his bushy tail yet sways

Freedom, joy, and beauty come to him so easily

To a fox a man is pitied

"Why does your nose not twitch?" he asks

"Where is your coat so soft and warm?"

The fox, he teases, he mocks us with his freedom

And yet man replies: "You are but a dumb beast."

And yet the fox replies:

"But I am free."