Tipping the Scale
I saw a baby fox today;
It looked like it had lost its way.
Its mom was nowhere to be seen;
I felt like I should intervene.
Its tail was long; its fur was red.
Its skinny frame looked underfed.
It paced a bit right near the road,
Perhaps in search of its abode.
We drove away and left it there.
It wasn’t that we didn’t care;
But every creature that’s alive
Must learn the know-how to survive.
There’s a reason that each breath
Can tip the scale towards life or death.
Nature pulls the strings, not I,
Deciding who will live or die.
I hope that balance falls in favor
Of that fox, for I would savor
That our lack of enterprise
Did not result in its demise.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2011
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