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Magical, Fox, Metaphor

There is a lot to be said regarding magical foxes.
Eyes like glittering gems
That split the most private parts of souls.
Evil eyes, slanted up, up!
Mastering oval shapes.
A snout of the reddest lips,
Wicked bubble, thick and plump,
Drawing conniving smirks.
Scheming Hearts, Hidden Tails,
Casting ancient binding spells
In the open light of day,
In the secret death of night.
These creatures, man!
Sensual thieves with clever, plotting minds
Famous for fooling males
With illusionary sights.
May lightning struck me right now
If I haven't been called one.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Creatures if the night, they can be sly with it too. Enjoyed the description. Nicely composed poem.

Chris