A Fox.
Stuck in a box.
Somehow he ventured
where the loud ones live.
Hungry and thirsty, ready to give up.
Suddenly somehow the box came off.
A Tiger.
Fell in a well.
Desperatly swimming he
ran out of air.
A creature of wood and ropes started to attack.
Somehow he escaped climbing over it's back.
A Buck.
Caught in a fence.
Wires cutting deeper,
death seemed to call.
A predator came and bit of the wires.
Somehow he didn't follow him back to the woods.
Whispers tell
of a curious touch.
A death trap opened, a live saved.
A fly cut from a spider's web.
Or a calf shoved from the ice.
A predator hunting, but never does feast.
And now they wonder,
about it's place in the circle of life.
Weak, small and slow it is, can't ever catch us,
but did catch us many times in invisible traps.
Somehow, they tell you, if you believe,
the loud one's will free you - and leave you be.
