The Fox and Other Poems

By David Kim

The Fox

My mother is a fox, sly and cunning,
In sneaking in veggies, she was stunning
She'd chop them up and mix them in,
And I'd eat them up with no regard 
Her wit was sharp 
Mapping all my devious mechanisms 
Taught me how to be a better liar 
But she will always prevail 

Loves her young as any animal 
With a love that's fierce as its orange coat 
Will defend me with the sharpest of her teeth
But will tear into me with the same vigor
To sear in a lesson 

I know my mother’s ways
The attitude of a fox that I never test
but always treat her not as a fox
But as a mother that knows best 

The Arrival

The black sheets of stone, fade gray 
The dark tone of the trees alleviate 
The pale green leaves emerge from their slumber 

Out pops the flower, deep purple 
I stare at its alluring natural tone,
To see white spirals skating its bell 

The violet petals, surrounded with grey
Its vibrant color speckles the dull world

I stare at its enticing hues of purple,
I extract the velvety purple smell 
I, of this old world of brown and grey, 
Flinch at its light touches 
And sneeze in retraction

Gloom

His eyes glimmer

Staring off to the distance
Cigarette hits his chin 

The green floods him 
The sounds of calm envelops 

His boots drag on the supple dirt 
His knees rooted to the ground 

Hands smeared in brown 
Fingers wrapped around his rifle 

Sent from a yellow land
To kill another yellow man
For love of country 

Yet the fan teeters 
The television murmur returns 
His eyes to the wooden floor 
A child crawling without a care 

David Kim is a high school student at Seoul International School in South Korea who has a passion for writing. He is currently working hard to build his portfolio for university applications. When he is not writing, David can be found listening to music, playing video games, or exploring new places in the city. He is excited to see where his writing journey takes him and hopes to share his work with others through your publication.