the little fox

there is a little fox
he lives close to her house
she sees him out at night
likely hunting mouse

she wishes should could know him
find out his true name
she thinks he might not talk to her
and questions if he’s tame

but she goes on hoping
imagining her new friend
all his fur and whiskers
she would like to tend

she has a sense of wonder
this little girl we meet
and i agree with her
a fox friend would be neat

this isn’t how the world works
you or i could tell her
but why ruin such a nice dream
can you remember how we once were?

she sees the world as someplace
her visions come alive
some day soon the spell will break
that part of her will die

maybe when she’s older
she will see another fox
the memory might be enough
the wonder box might unlock

the funny thing about that outcome
if it were to be
the fox will have been the reason
that seems a little magical to me