Tricky Poem by Justin Baker

If you wanted me rid,
you would've done long ago.
You coy little fox,
don't lead me astray.
I see your cunning eyes,
but my trust is too great.
I've never seen one so fast,
or so beautiful.
I will catch you,
and call you my own.
You can't flee forever,
you shallow hearted crow.
I'll never lose sight of you,
you're just an arm's length away.
I feel the cold from your skin,
as you dart through my path.
The snow in the sky,
the rain in the wind,
the heat in the air.
Where's your fur to protect me?
Don't you care,
don't you care.
Where's your widom to guide me?
Aren't you there,
aren't you there.
My soles are running thin,
and my breath is coming too quick.
I'm trying to keep you,
but I think you're no longer here.
I think i've gone,
you've gone.
I'll catch you,
I swear.
Tomorrow,
maybe.
Somewhere.