My Fox

My fox screams and yells in utter disbelief, a glass wall silencing his pleas I can only watch in utter display as my fox slowly but surely withers away You may ask, ‘Why didn’t you help?’ or ‘Why just watch him fall?’ But the horrid, harsh truth is, I tried everything and nothing works at all The glass cage, is seventy millimeters thick, much too tough for even an icepick Yelling and begging that my fox stay calm, leaves him confused and much too headstrong For the silence between us goes both ways, whether I push or tug, it always causes us dismay I would bang on the glass, crying out his name. Yet the fox just sits there, immersed in his pain Of course his isn’t the only pain in the room. For my feet are shackled, in barbed wire, I’d assume As I walk around the cage and bang on the glass, the wires cut deeper as I trespass I’m desperate to help, for it all to go away. But the magician is still here, finding glee from our pain And finally when the hour strikes nine, all motion ceases, except for mine My special fox is dead, while I stand unwillingly, surrounded in my pool of red