Education and Inspiration through the ancient art of storytelling!
I am the hunter of mice
yelping on a cold winter night.
I am the one who snatched the cheese
from the singing crow’s beak.
I am the eater of grapes
because I knew they were sweet
and I did not give up.
I love hens and will let a few of you
grease my chin
before I leave this town-o, town-o.
And I was not fooled by the lion’s complaining,
feigning illness,
to devour my brethren.
You know me as sly, cunning, a trickster,
but did you also know
that I sang the world into being?
I am friend to coyote
and can call life back into his limp body
after yet another fatal mistake.
I am Reynard, I am Zorro, I am Kitsunami,
Wise men respect my council.
You, too, can learn from my kin.
I am the swift one.
I have sharp ears
for hearing voles digging
under a foot of snow.
I have a keen nose
for sniffing out danger
and avoiding the dogs on the hunt.
I can fly higher and faster than the quail,
I am the runner, the digger, the leaper.
Mice shiver when they hear me yelp.
Vixen melt with my caress.
I am the hunter, lover of life, caring father
and guardian of the forests and fields.
The prairie burns with the red flame
But you should know
that I am watching
always watching
you
when you enter my terrain.
You should know
that I,
I am the red fox,
and I know the hidden trails
of my domain.
