"Ungrateful" a poem

I used to be a fox

Trapped inside his din

I invited other forest folk

to visit me

But they refused to come in

they thought it a trick

To make them my dinner

But I really just needed a friend

Ever since that curse was cast

Where one must be willing to come in

I paced about the rocky dusty floors

Until I'd made a path

Where my lonely feet had walked

Nodding to myself, I thought

"Perhaps I should think bigger"

Since the squirrels and birds say "No"

And invite a new kind of beast

One I did not know
 
So I sent word out

To lions

& tigers

(even hyenas)

& long robust snakes

From near & far

From land & lake

"Come for a visit my fellow creatures of the wood"

Then I waited, preparing

As a good host should

In came the Lion

"What an impressive mane" I said

In came two tigers

"Oh what lovely stripes upon your heads!"

I was trying so hard

Was I over the top?

I wanted these new friends to be sure of

My motivations, my intentions

Then in came the family of Boa Constrictors

They were magnificent

They commanded attention!

I smiled a satisfied smile

I would have my party

& I'd have it in style

No squirrels

No rabbits

No quails

Who needs friends who just run off

With tucked tails!

"So what shall we do first, my new friends?"

& that is when the startling truth of it sunk in

What would a tiger want with a fox?

Or a giant snake with a Lion?

My first party might be my last

They sprung into action

Attacking so fast!

One snake ate the other

(I believe they were brothers!)

The tigers tore the lion to shreds

& the hyenas fought over who got the head!

After the air settled

And line of sight was clear

it was just I & one tiger

He wore a fox eating grin

"Foolish fox! Why would I want to be your friend?"

"I eat bigger game for breakfast."

he laughed & I knew it was the end.

I braced myself.

Out of nowhere a giant beast

growled a mighty growl

& demanded the tiger retreat!

When tiger saw that large & looming shadow

he whimpered & ran all the way home

Thinking he had left me with a problem, mine alone

Out of the shadows came Mister Squirrel

It was a trick of shadow play on the wall

He'd decided to bury the hatchet

& come to my party after all!

"You saved my life!"

I stared in disbelief at this small brave lad.

He was quite a brave little fighter.

The best squirrel soup I've ever had!

After all ...

Hosting a party works up quite an appetite!



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