Peculiar Like A Fox

Peculiar? I suppose

a fish describing

how glorious the sun looks

refracted overhead

while he breathes

the water he moves in

sounds peculiar to a sparrow.

And the fish could not

contemplate anything more peculiar

than breathing and loving

in the very thing that kills him.

I like the feel of the earth
under my paws,

or my feet.

I like the feel of silk on skin,

but take pride in my tails.

Sometimes I am like the moon,

fair, and gracefully curved.

Sometimes I am like the sun,

bold, and flushed with my own power.

How do you define sun and moon?

Who is to say what is peculiar for each?

Foot or paw, skin or fur,

I always remain me.

Jacko Invites Himself to All the Best Parties by Kathy Crabbe

from her upcoming Lefty Oracle Deck.

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Song Choice: Like It Or Not by Madonna 

This poem was inspired by the prompt given by Magaly Guerrero for Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month 2016: Of Peculiar Fun and Me. 

Process note: There were so many ways I could have gone with this prompt, but something pulled at me to write this from the point of view of one of the recurring characters in my short stories, Yuuki (for new readers, he is a kitsune, a shape changing Japanese fox spirit, comfortable in whatever skin suits him best at the moment).