The fox in the cage she stays silent, for he learned it’s better to be quiet. He lays in the corner where she used to claw at the bars, but now she accepts it cause she never got very far. She doesn’t know how to be a real fox cause she’s always forced to hide. She will always be alone, and she always wants to cry. Her prison is made of human bone the tamer calls a ribcage. Where he keeps her locked up hoping some day she’ll fade. But it's not all the tamer's fault. No, you see for if he let her out what would they think of her? Sometimes the tamer’s ‘friends’ will come over and he’ll play perfect for the hour. While from that cage he’ll hear the fox begin to whine. Sometimes the mask will slip and they will hear it too, but he will always save himself cause what would they say if they knew? The fox will sometimes suffocate wanting to be let out. But the tamer can’t hear her through all his doubt. The fox knows why she must stay hidden she’s a secret that must they must save. For if anyone saw they would both suffer in the grave. But that doesn’t stop the fox from whimpering for she knows she can’t be seen. Which also makes the tamer cry as he holds her carefully. What if everyone were to have seen? That instead of one person in the house there were two what would they say if they met her? They’d call out this social taboo? And in the end its for her, when she’s ready to share. But until that day comes the fox will always be there. Sitting in the darkness, never touching the light, all so fair.
