Little Fox

by Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 30 September 2015


The whites in your eyes
The dim mirror hides

So close, out of shot
So much, not a lot

Let's talk about this 
Little fox, my nemisis

The thief is out there
The thief is in here

Tell me, who are you?
I know, already knew

Saw through cheap disguise
The soul in your eyes

Is gone, do you miss it?
But mine, you won't get it
But mine, it's well kept