(Poem 298 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Fox liked to roam
all the day long
amidst the toadstools
humming a song.

While he meandered
he’d think big thoughts,
ponder serious ideas,
untangle life’s knots.

He wondered if someday
he’d find a mate,
discover his purpose,
become something great.

The forest already
knew each answer:
he was destined for love
and to become a dancer,

an artist, a writer,
a ninja, a sensei,
a father, and a friend,
to show others the way.

He had no idea
what the future would be,
but everyone he met
could already see

that Fox was destined
to become folklore;
his influence expanding
generations and more.

@Home Studio – 298^th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Fox photos to accompany my poem: