SONG OF THE FOX -by Lily Lorelei 'Flaming is the sky The myth is not a lie That must be the Phoenix. Half-deserted streets Illuminating mists Twisted little helix. Scents and hunger and shadows on my back! A call for hunting. Friends or foes, who's lurking in the dark? It's time for hunting. A yelp in the silence, a rustle, and a crack! Alone I'm hunting. And the world doesn’t have to make more sense Doesn't matter what I'm called, just call me nameless And with swag, I jump and run across the fence Doesn't matter where I go, I'm free and aimless. Men's dens smoking My fur is nearly soaking Wretched crawling clouds. Mystifying hilltops Silver little treetops Stupid barking sheepdogs Must carry on my rounds. Rumbles and grumbles and a tiny little quack! A call for hunting. Soon will rise the Phoenix, sharp will be my thwack! It's time for hunting. Prowling in the stillness, a sudden and a swat! Alone I'm hunting. And the world doesn't have to make more sense Doesn't matter what I'm called, just call me nameless And with swag, I jump and run across the fence Doesn't matter where I go, I'm free and aimless.' * Hand-painted digitally on a tablet. * Animated / After Effects. * Poem written by yours truly, Lily Lorelei.