A Sonnet For The Fox That Ate Me - Poem by Pinaki Dewan
There was a tree, alone and without fruits;
I was under it, when I met the fox;
It ate me, like it had eaten the ox,
But still I watched o'er it from the dark roots.
I had seen countless owls hooting at midnight
To a fox that had lost its way in town,
But I had never seen anyone so down,
As was the fox when it thought o'er its plight.
But the tree was a compassionate slut:
It gave the fox shelter from its own sighs,
Fixed its broken limbs and broken eyes,
And pasted a mask o'er its broken face.
But the lost being lost soon its form and cut
The very tree that had given it place.
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