Winter’s touch froze me over

 A familiar chill

Eyes watery nose wet

Waiting for some kind of god

Anxiety ventriloquised as death, or was it sadness??

That took him away 

My father 

A good hunter mind you 

Don't be mistaken

It was fun at first…

I like to run

Was it him that left me panicked

heart racing so fast 

But insides frozen 

Like a winter fox 

Wild 

Bought but never wanted, never cared for 

Maybe a Christmas gift from an aunt you never talk to

She the wild, Kept on a coat hanger?

And for what?

Only a winter’s day I assume

Someone cold 

Gloves 

Mittens 

A head on a wall? 

Her teeth shiny in the snow 

Paws like a lion, 

Skinned 

shivering now in the snow and the darkness

His hands growing strong and icy

Tight, they gagged the small animal,

Coughing and bleeding and- 

was a real beauty 

with her little fox smile 

And then a winter’s touch came all too fast 

It hadn’t anywhere to go but home

and that made him very cold again 

Only to take out his favorite fox coat 

With little black buttons sewn onto skin.

Little watery eyes gazing into the cold night longing for just one breath of air

A hunter's trophy a little fox.