User:Slyfordtrabbit/A New Fox to his Wife

A New Fox to his Wife

Somehow, I knew that you’d be mad at me.

You always seemed the type for God’s design,

And keeping humans human. That’s your way.

I’m fine with that; I didn’t ask for your

approval, nor your affirmation, dear.

I did this one entirely for myself.

I talked to the doctor, met with the agent

And signed on as a living mascot for

Myself, not you. I’m now a fox for me.

You know this body is my dream, the one

Thing I’ve wanted more than anything else.

I’ve talked about my childhood daydreams:

A fox-boy, tails swinging, ears erect and

Alert; how I imagined it until it

Felt real, but then I’d reach back to feel my tail

And it was gone. No more! Now the daydream

Is real. I feel the wind in my new fur,

The whoosh of air over my tails, the hushed

Sound of spring air passing through my black nose.

Of course I thought of the ramifications

And reasons why I shouldn’t go ahead.

I didn’t care that the cost was so great!

I’m going to hell, am I? Well, that’s fine.

It was a good idea, it was a bad

Idea, but that doesn’t change a darn thing.

I’m here and now, and I’m under contract.

My public waits for me outside this door.

Support me, smite me; I don’t really care.

Just kindly get out of Fenton Fox’s way.