Fox-Rabbit | Diff's Pilgrimage Notes

Sometimes I’m gentle and kind;
Sometimes I’m cunning and evil;

Sometimes, I love carrots;
Sometimes, I’m fond of little hens;

I want more;
And give less;

I hope every rabbit is my friend,
Yet I think of making all rabbits my dinner;

In the fox’s den, I call the shots, do evil,
And sometimes want to be a rabbit again;

My heart turns to God,
But sometimes Satan binds me;

Longing for redemption,
Yet often prideful, scorning the heavens;

Very conflicted,
Probably stay that way,
Until life’s end;
Until facing the Most High.

A fox-rabbit;
Small, real.