When I was a kit, I was a fox

I dreamed of running off into the night

Transforming under the moonlight

Wishing night after night

From the moment I first heard of weres, I was obsessed

Young eyes scanning from page to page

Desperate to learn how to transform myself

Desperate to escape that which I was trapped within

I was fearful of myself, taught to be afraid

So I denied my foxhood to myself

I was a clever fox, so I disguised myself as a person

Pretending so well to everyone, that I nearly convinced myself I was a person

Yet, I look within myself today

And I am still that same kit, staring off into the sky

I am of the universe, I am of the sky, I am of the ground

I am no longer a kit, yet I remain the fox I have always been