I see you Fox, you try and hide, when I come running
I see you Fox, scurry into the darkness when I come gunning
or driving, my point home.
However, when my values are shifted into neutral, and my hand break is on,
you rear your head and come crawling back with a menacing grin.
Because feeling satisfaction is being lulled into a false sense of security.
I lock the door, unwittingly leaving my valuables on display.
You, Fox, yes you. Know how to pick every lock I use
you, Fox, yes you, are waiting till my defences are down, till I am fast asleep
before you pounce.
However Fox, I outwitted you.
My flood lights illuminate the scene when you come in my path.
The alarm bells are regularly checked and put me in a constant state of vigilance
I feel safe
A deterrent such as this is of little use.
Prevention is better than cure.
I remove my valuables and buy a rottweiler
Fox doesn’t come around these parts any more.
However, he will be back, in some other form.
-a poem about the human ego