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."