Your tale is long to tell, <br />As long as the river flows on, <br />Your coat is a blinding white, <br />As white as a lone star at night <br /> <br />You watch alone in the dark, <br />the trees, the fields the sky, <br />Only a deer disturbs the peace, <br />A soft rustle in the bracken. <br /> <br />A thin smoke drifts across the wind, <br />Conjuring memories of autumn, <br />Golden, burning leaves, <br /> <br />The black sky lights up red, <br />There are more deer now, <br />Running along untrodden paths, <br />You’ve seen this before. <br /> <br />Voices are shouting in the distance, <br />As the roar moves ever closer, <br />The stars become veiled with dense red smoke, <br />Thicker than any river mist you have seen. <br /> <br />The flames have arrived, licking at your feat, <br />For a while you glow the colour of your kind, <br />But the intensity of the heat is no match <br />for your cold home of stone. <br /> <br />The flames retreat into the night, <br />The last wisp of smoke is blown over the horizon, <br />Revealing the clear crisp sky, <br />The silence returns, you remain. <br /> <br />The white fox of Coppet hill <br />Firefox. <br /> <br />_________________________________________ <br /> <br />14/03/05<br /><br />Stephen Parrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-fox/
