ELEGY OF VIXENS
By Azizah Nurhayati
Remember the last time we slept aside?
Thou told me often thy great desire
Having eyes of mine kept in sight
When the moon tied the nuptial knot of ours
And the sun was thy face irradiated by
While brown sparrows sang for joy
And the snowy owl in depth murmured
Evermore, my ears thou whispered in
For better for worse, under oath taken
If ever thy birth repeated from time to time
Never thy heart chopped round
As the clock kept whirling around
No, thou swore not to say goodbye
Even when the death stood by
But the bedbugs bit us enviously
And the ravens shouted out nastily:
"Guilty for pity!" the pigs took thee
And witnessed thy grave they forced me
For sharing bed even God forbade
As we-vixens-shouldn't be mates!
