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