Vines coiled along the terrace above
grapes that hang supple and sweet
each of a colour different from the other
those that capture ones attention without effort nor need
along comes one with a belly of a prune
the salivating fox, eyes set on the prize at hand
temptation drives the hunger within
an opportunity to dine as royalty he assumes as grand
thriving on the attention from the world
his actions are perused by echelons of sorts
another unfortunate fool they see
a fool who remains blind to what rots
whispers of the idiot who does not see
reach the fox as he takes another fruitless leap
eyes now open, veil of hunger removed
hanging head in shame he trots of in to the wilderness dark and deep
darkness surrounding, the moon as his light
staring at the shell, inside just a void
the water he stares at, a draught he takes
it hits him then as he drinks from the lake
he wanted what would only last a moment
a mistake built on assumptions
but it lead to what would give him life
a lake that filled his void, no questions nor presumptions