Sylph Angel

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The little fox spied a hen, wandering from her little pen. Cautiously advancing, as he may, a lonely vegetarian, non-agrarian. Hey, dear hen, how do you do? You seem so very sweet, when will we meet again? Soon, my dear, do not fear, a few more days, I'll reappear.

I am a fox, whom you should fear. My deathy teeth, clothed in a fabric sheath. But for now my values remain, vegetarian, may you be safe.

The little fox fell, broke his leg. In pain, in tears, cried out. Little hen came running, never shunning the deadly fox. Through days, through nights, little hen stayed, share the misery, share the pain. When you get better, when you get better, all will be better. Rest now, my dear. Not a move, let me hear.

I am shocked, why do you care? This is my mistake, my fault. You should leave me, leave me to suffer alone. You care too much, you care too much.

The little fox recovered, strengthens once more. What didn't kill him, made him strong. Little hen is a fighter, never give up, never give in. Every worthy moment to good use. Broken fox remodels, become a warrior, fight on. If hen can do it, so can fox.

I am a fox, my dear. As much as I love your company, my very identity... Why don't you fear? Why do you stay? When will you realize, we are not a pair.

The little fox braces. Little hen, dear hen. Too good to be true. Too good, too good. About time you backed off. Slowly, surely. As I close my eyes, wait for you to disappear. You don't. And when I open my eyes, tears fill them. You're still here, but the end is near.

I don't want you to go. I'm too selfish. You're the only one who stood by, who shows you care. Or am I lying to myself?

I really love you, I really do. Love is over rated. At least you don't run. Why don't they understand? I'm vegan, I choose to be vegan, though I'm not. I love, with all my heart, my scarred heart, flayed in too many places, but still beating strong, remind me I'm still alive.

I wonder when you'll disappear. But I'll always be here, I'll always be near. Until you decide to leave, I will remain naive. And I will be here.

This is what lack of sleep does to me.

Are you happy, green eyed monster? Are you happy with your place?

The fox must be chased away first, then the hen may be warned against wandering in the bush.

Curiosity kills the fox.

vεﯠαחƒőχ @ 10:09:00 PM.