Dear lost fox,

 

Blazing orange in a gray world,

Paws so feeble but quick,

Eyes filled with the remnants of the sky,

 

Little mind clouded,

Flurries of emotion and racing memories,

Flashes of colorful life among the monotones

 

Dart over the dead branches,

Disposed of in your path,

Abandoned to rot.

 

But not you.

 

No, your color sticks,

Paint on clothing, syrup on tables,

Burning without intensity, silently,

But always.

 

Navigate, pivot your paws

Feeble but quick,

Leave the gray behind.

Please

Come home;

 

I’ve been waiting for you to return all summer.