Crafty

Fox

Fox (Photo credit: Natasha Lloyd)

She was sly and she was crafty
She was clever, she was cold
There were only lies and traps in
All the stories that she told

She was daughter to deception
She was misdirection’s queen
She was never on the straight path
She just hovered in between

If she ever felt too lonely
She would never question why
She preferred to be superior
To be effortless, not try

She was crafty like a fox now
She was dark, essentially
And I guess I should have known then
That she’d get the best of me

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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16 Responses to Crafty

  1. Loved the lines “daughter to deception, She was misdirection’s queen. (sounds like an ex wife of mine)

  2. Love the rhythm here. 🙂

  3. Elaine says:

    Love this poem Helen!

  4. Gede Prama says:

    Your blog sounds interesting and inspiring .. hope to see more. Thank you for sharing and best wishes always … 🙂

  5. Skye says:

    Love this, Sis!! The photo looks just a fox scoping out my chickens as of late! Grrrrr. 🙂 Great poem!!!! I loved the flow of it. 🙂 xxxxx

  6. JMC813 says:

    She was daughter to deception
    She was misdirection’s queen

    Simply Genius lines. Love this piece

  7. Fabulous and unfortunately I have known one like her.

  8. Lisa says:

    This was soberingly beautiful.

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