The Fox 21/11/12

Deep in the Mountains lay her beaten heart
It lay in the river, broken, torn apart
Pieces following the current slowly part
Everything finished once too had a start....

There was a breath, a moment, a spark
It illuminated the beauty of a once beating heart
Which once saw the Sun and hope in the sky
Now off the fox runs with her heart close by

Down to the river so thirsty and very tired
the young fox forgot its way,the sunlight expired
while he drank from the river in crept the night
setting down her heart the fox ran out of sight...

The rain came that night, also thunders crash
washing away her heart into the rivers grasp
it held it a while, then the water thrashed
dropping it, battered, to the bottom at last....

The fox never found it, he never looked back
her heart wandered the seasons as they passed
the pieces still fit, though not quite the same
til one day at dawn along a Wolf came.....

Beautiful he thought, so he walked down the river
he didn't mind the cold, he did not once shiver
he gathered the pieces and to his den took her
smiling to himself as he sewed her back together....

At her first gasp, the fox smelled her in the wind
his senses peaked and he ventured for her to find
but high on a Mountain where the woman once sat
was a piece of her heart, for the fox, should he pass.....