IN MY LIFE AS A FOX
In my life as a fox I was everything and everything, I was even light to bite, I was the sun of my immaculate face. I did not know my name, and it was just constantly there, where the leg touches the ground. In my life as a fox, I was hungry and the cold, I was game and curl into the river, and the last odor, a signal on my way through the woods. I licked the fur of the hills, and suddenly I fell in ferns.