THE BOX
THE BOX
All the things I must have lost
Seem to be here now, in this box
Made of cardboard, not a chest
Some toys that I once possessed
But one stands out among the rest
I must admit, it was a cuddly fox
Abandoned at great emotional cost
He still had that sweet crazy look
As if not sure which way was up
Yet he was not classically vulpine
But it always was our special sign
As a favourite pet he was all mine
Not an adult fox, more like a pup
But those big eyes, was all it took
On holiday, in my parent’s SUV
We broke down, renting another
I saw it was towed away, I’m sure
My fox left unnoticed on the floor
I’d never been without him before
And I wondered if I’d ever recover
But now he’s back, did he miss me
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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