Guardian [Poem]
I don't write poetry that often. Maybe I should do it more.
The poem takes as its inspiration the statues of foxes seen around shrines of Inari in Japan, although the cultural references are not all strictly Japanese.
Why do you stand in the rain,
little fox?
Your whiskers are wet.
Your tail is dripping.
Your white fur is
fading
to gray.
You silently watch for the children,
who brought you sweet beans,
who whispered their hopes in your ears,
who grew old and
forgot.
Messenger, they called you.
So heed my message, my
silent prayer:
Go
Run
Jump in a puddle
Quick now
Before they dry up
Before you grow old and