He tiptoes through,
This creature of my mind,
With soft, steady feet
And eyes not always kind.
Pointed ears
And pointed claws
He often growls
But cannot roar.
Mostly he listens,
Sometimes explores,
And brings back new ideas –
Stories to be wrought.
His eyes my mind’s
Not as sinister as he seems
Misunderstood softie
He pads through my dreams.
Red fur like autumn
Eyes of an owl
He soldiers on
Too heavy to howl.
If you didn't guess, I think mine would be a fox. Though that could just be because I love foxes :P What about you?
The title of this post is actually a name, one that Jenni and I came up with when we were into His Dark Materials style daemons and such. It had some cool meaning and we used elvish words to make it, but I can't remember what it meant any more. Despite that I've never lost love for the name, so I guess that if this fox of mine had a name it would be Kalen.
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