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Retreat
Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.
Bar the gate,
bar the windows,
guard the estate.
Shore up the defenses,
erect the wall,
the razor-wire fences.
Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.
If they be foe,
they mean us harm
entry is simply no.
If they be friend,
no entry still,
as we must defend.
We are all that is here,
to protect ourselves,
against all that is near.
Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.
The war draws close,
we are unmatched,
disarmed and morose.
What can we do,
against an army,
with just so few.
Let no one in,
it's safe in here,
all alone again.
Retreat, retreat,
I call out to myself,
stuck on repeat.
Patrick Fox
19 Sept 2016
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Literature
Little Foxsel War Dance
With a myrp and wag off I go,
The world is new and I must show,
That this little foxsel's ready to play,
Ready to experience a brand new day.
The storms have finally passed on by,
The sun shining brightly in the sky,
As flowers begin their yearly bloom,
Chasing away the sorrow and the gloom.
I flick my tail and spy my target,
Crouching, slinking, ready, set...
Pounce and bounce into my stance,
A fearsome little weasel war dance.
My collar shakes and jingles loud,
As you sit back laughing, ever so proud.
I will have none of your trickery,
But I fail to notice what you now see.
In my zest fueled by my overwhelming zeal,
I had not noticed the cool breeze I now feel.
My shorts had decided to take their leave,
Apparently in need of a short reprieve.
It wasn't until I was in my mid-flight bound,
Had my ears heard that soft crinkle sound.
Frozen in time was this little gymnast,
My diaper exposed for all to bear witness.
Upon landing down upon all four paws,
I tug at my shirt, desperate little
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Literature
That Makes We
A bark, a yip, a crinkle or two,
My world’s complete now that I’m with you.
In desperate moments of the past,
Decisions were made severing what we held fast.
An uphill battle in an unjust war,
The odds stacked against a keyless locked door,
But from that moment we first met,
Our fates were sealed, forever more, lest we forget.
As true as the sun dances in the sky,
Is this love we share, until the day we die;
Even when it seemed all was lost,
And our darkest hours chimed their unholy cost,
A ray of hope, a glimmer of light,
Sends the shadows back, into that god forsaken night.
Each day that we’ve spent apart,
Chips away at this tired and worn fragile little heart,
Begging, no, pleading for hope,
For one more chance, one more knot in the rope,
To lift us up, over, and high above,
The battlefield of life with our undying love.
Now here we are in each other’s paws,
Breaking down the doors, transcending the laws,
Of that which governs the world,
That our love fights
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Literature
Collared and Free
In the forest of man, I wandered all alone,
Guided down a path of my own accord.
I slip and fall upon loose gravel stone,
Nearly swept away by treacherous fjord.
I lose my grip and communications lost,
Stranded now upon this rocky bank.
The hill is too steep and not worth the cost,
So another way I must find and flank.
Darkness begins to cast it’s lonely shadow,
My world’s gone cold with apathy.
And despite all I’ve learned, all I know,
I succumb to fear and anxiety.
Just then, before all had been lost,
A flicker of a flame ignites the night.
And into your world I am tossed,
Spreading the warmth of your light.
Shock and chills dance upon my skin,
A ballet of black, white, and grey.
Where was I and where had I been,
No longer a concern – come what may.
I expected pain and turmoil’s grasp,
It was further from the truth.
With one look and one final gasp,
I felt the the freedom of youth.
Washed over with a soothing grace,
All over and down my human form.
Fur b
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Literature
Into a Whole
I set myself up to fall again,
Yet here I stand.
I find myself in familiar hands,
Or rather paws.
Life has me twisted all up,
Expecting pain.
However, I take a step,
Pressing on.
Fear frightens my mind,
Is this real?
Hope frees my heart,
Very much so.
Will it be a clear moment,
Of lucidity?
Or is it a brand new day,
Dawning bright.
I feel myself slipping into,
Your warm embrace.
I need this to be true,
Desperately.
Do you feel it too, or...
Is it just me?
Our halves have reunited,
Into a whole.
Patrick Fox
18 Mar 2016
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Literature
Beyond Repair
I've been broken, and beyond repair,
Tiny little pieces scattered around.
Missing fragments missing there,
No longer whole, no longer sound.
Refraction displays from time to time,
Brief little moments of clarity.
Where my soul can feel sublime,
But only to smile back in parody.
Empty gestures from friendly hands,
Intentions pure but translation's lost.
Vapid promises from familiar lands,
Price of admission outweighs the cost.
No foundation nor hand to hold,
To guide me back into myself.
Drifting further out in the cold,
A dust covered book left on the shelf.
Will someone ever read my soul,
And caress my spine with loving care?
For this life has taken its toll,
I am broken...and beyond repair.
Patrick Fox.  27 Feb 2016
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Literature
In the Crevices of Forgotten Caves
Misty morning among the trees,
Shadows dance along the breeze.
Sun light rising above the dark,
A dazzling array of colored arc.
The birds begin a melody,
A chirp, a chime, a choral symphony.
The winds pick up and join along,
Rustling the leaves into a song.
The world awakens and begins anew,
Shaking off its morning dew.
Breathing in the mountain air,
Combing locks of grassy hair.
Yet something lurks and quietly raves,
In the crevices of forgotten caves.
Twisting and turning the morning mist,
With just a simple flick of wrist.
The shadows now no longer dance,
Only to stagger and sway in trance;
Darkened tendrils reaching out,
Silencing those who scream and shout.
The birds and trees no longer sing,
Creaking and screeching now they bring.
A howling song of impending doom,
Feeding the ever encroaching gloom.
The air begins to choke and drown,
Strangled by fear of being let down.
Will I feel the sun's pure light,
Or forever wander the cold dark night?
Patrick Fox  26Feb2016
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The Fox Prince (paperback) :iconthefoxtail:TheFoxTail 2 1
Literature
The Fox Prince
A young prince goes on a quest from his father in preparation of learning what it means to be king. Upon his return there is a man, who looks like him, sitting on his throne. His identity, his home and hs future kingdom has been stolen from him. What’s worse is that the man uses magic to turn him into a wild beast.
Fraught with sadness and despair, he seeks out the counsel of a dragon. The dragon tells the prince that he must learn to accept who is he, before he can reclaim what is rightfully his.
Can the prince accept his new life? Can he unmask the imposter that sits upon his throne? Can he unravel the mystery of what it means to be yourself? And most importantly, can he find a way to reverse his transformation, or will he be stuck forever as a fox?
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Literature
Let Me Go
I found myself on the brink today,
Wrestling with demons and shadows.
One false step to lose my way,
Into the void and no one knows.
I found myself on the tracks from here,
Hardened steel mirrors heart of stone.
Sounding horn impending fear,
Piercing the night and all alone.
I found myself on the road uphill,
Treacherous ground and narrow lanes.
Turning loose from the wheel,
From blackened iced to hydroplanes.
I found myself with the pills in hand,
To drift off and never return.
One last slumber in dreamer's land,
Where pain and suffering all adjourn.
I'll find myself on the brink again,
As yesterday becomes the morrow.
For now I'll endure up until when,
You can finally let me go.
Patrick Fox 16Jan2015
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Literature
Just a Memory
A Tattered-torn piece of scrap,
Crumpled up and tossed aside.
Ever so fleeting, ever so frail,
Nothing else is left inside.
Starvation came to decimate,
Rending, tearing, gnashing fangs.
Lifeless shell still beating on,
Hope now no longer hangs.
Drifting upon the sea of grief,
Sun scorched of empathy.
Letting loose of fraying rope,
And giving in to apathy.
When whereupon my lonely dreams,
Have I lost eternity.
Fading fast and far from home,
Worry not, I'm just a memory.
Patrick Fox
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Literature
Before the Ink had Time to Dry
Scribbles across the page
Dancing in the candle light.
A beast within a cage
Howling against the moon light.
Each letter flows to and fro
Swirling little whispers.
It growls to be let go
Twitching angry whiskers.
Dribbles, dots, and smears
Like scattered memories pool.
Glittered specks of tears
For who has played the fool.
Heated breath upon the wind
The beast laid down to die.
Moon sails across the bend
Before the ink had time to dry.
Patrick Fox
9 June 2015
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Literature
If the Choice was Mine
If the choice was mine,
How did it come to this?
The memory has faded,
Into the black abyss.
Long since forgotten,
A lifetime long ago.
Ripped from my grasp,
With nothing to show.
Nothing to hold onto,
And nothing else see.
As if in this lifetime,
You had to set me free.
Yet here I stand, here I am,
Cursing out your name.
Cursing this existence,
And cursing my flame.
In hopes that somehow,
It'll extinguish today.
So I can finally find out,
If I had gotten my way.
If the choice was yours,
And only yours alone.
Would you have chosen this,
And had you already known?
Patrick Fox
30 Mar 2015
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Literature
Again and Again
Like tendrils weaving in and out of my soul,
Piercing, threading, ever tightening its toll.
Pulling together parts of us I wish to never see,
Parts of you intertwined with parts of me.
In desperation I try to pull away,
Only to be pulled back into the fray.
The needle pierces my heart, rips it wide,
While Blood stained fingers stitch side to side.
And with my last breath I fade into the night,
For what's left of me is naught but fright.
The remnants of what I used to be then,
Shrouded by the tailor of words when:
You had broken my heart - again and again.
Patrick Fox 26 April 2014
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Literature
Alone Again
In the corner all alone again,
Held down by my weight in sin.
The glistening trail upon my cheek,
Fed by the fears each day of the week.
I rock back and forth, toss and turn,
Wishing upon hoping that I could learn:
That dreams are for suckers and love is for fools;
Lost in the reality that bleeds and pools.
No matter what I do I can't stop the pain,
Digging in my chest and driving me insane.
But do not worry, for I will grace you with a smile,
As I take another step up this mountain high mile.
A deep breath, a sigh, trying to not look back,
Struggling to push forward, to pick up the slack.
The faces in the clouds and the eyes in the dark,
Haunt my soul and my tiny, little spark.
I hold its fragile little life in my hands,
Warding off the evil and their nefarious plans.
Though when I reach the mountain's top,
I will set it free and to the ground I'll drop.
Have I failed or did somehow I succeed?
Sometimes I wish I simply had not agreed,
To take this journey, this adventure for two,
Beca
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Literature
Four Padded Toes
Devil's breeze upon my back,
Tempting, guiding, pulling slack.
Take a step; stop and stare,
Thinking, grasping, wishing were.
Shifting to a better place,
Where I finally see my face.
Shifting on forever goes,
Down upon four padded toes.
Heaven's breath upon my cheek,
Peaceful, blissful, vengeful seek.
Bathing in love's pure light,
Hopeful, dreadful, wishful sight.
Shifting to a better place,
Where I finally see my face.
Shifting on forever goes,
Down upon four padded toes.
Shifting to a better form,
One that out-lasts the norm.
Shifting on forever goes,
Down on my four padded toes.
                        Patrick Fox
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Patrick Fox
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Your one and only marsupial rabbit.
Interests
  • Listening to: Within Temptation
  • Reading: Wheel of Time (book 1)
  • Watching: Fringe
  • Playing: World of Warcraft
  • Eating: Cinnamon Rolls
  • Drinking: Nesquik
www.foxtailcomics.com is up and running!  Hopefully this year I will be able to get actual pages up on the specific comics I want to write.  Here's to a kickass year!

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Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.

Bar the gate,
bar the windows,
guard the estate.

Shore up the defenses,
erect the wall,
the razor-wire fences.

Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.

If they be foe,
they mean us harm
entry is simply no.

If they be friend,
no entry still,
as we must defend.

We are all that is here,
to protect ourselves,
against all that is near.

Retreat, retreat,
the call goes out,
stuck on repeat.

The war draws close,
we are unmatched,
disarmed and morose.

What can we do,
against an army,
with just so few.

Let no one in,
it's safe in here,
all alone again.

Retreat, retreat,
I call out to myself,
stuck on repeat.

Patrick Fox
19 Sept 2016
With a myrp and wag off I go,
The world is new and I must show,
That this little foxsel's ready to play,
Ready to experience a brand new day.

The storms have finally passed on by,
The sun shining brightly in the sky,
As flowers begin their yearly bloom,
Chasing away the sorrow and the gloom.

I flick my tail and spy my target,
Crouching, slinking, ready, set...
Pounce and bounce into my stance,
A fearsome little weasel war dance.

My collar shakes and jingles loud,
As you sit back laughing, ever so proud.
I will have none of your trickery,
But I fail to notice what you now see.

In my zest fueled by my overwhelming zeal,
I had not noticed the cool breeze I now feel.
My shorts had decided to take their leave,
Apparently in need of a short reprieve.

It wasn't until I was in my mid-flight bound,
Had my ears heard that soft crinkle sound.
Frozen in time was this little gymnast,
My diaper exposed for all to bear witness.

Upon landing down upon all four paws,
I tug at my shirt, desperate little claws,
I try to hide my blushing humiliation,
Coupled by your giggling observation.

Then to my rescue you up and came,
Amused by my failed weasel war game.
I can't help but laugh at my own plight,
For it truly had been a funny little sight.

Reunited with my shorts once again,
Now the rest of the day could begin.
With a squeeze, a hug, and a brush of fur,
We scamper off onto our grand adventure.

Patrick Fox  3 April 2016
A bark, a yip, a crinkle or two,
My world’s complete now that I’m with you.

In desperate moments of the past,
Decisions were made severing what we held fast.
An uphill battle in an unjust war,
The odds stacked against a keyless locked door,
But from that moment we first met,
Our fates were sealed, forever more, lest we forget.

As true as the sun dances in the sky,
Is this love we share, until the day we die;
Even when it seemed all was lost,
And our darkest hours chimed their unholy cost,
A ray of hope, a glimmer of light,
Sends the shadows back, into that god forsaken night.

Each day that we’ve spent apart,
Chips away at this tired and worn fragile little heart,
Begging, no, pleading for hope,
For one more chance, one more knot in the rope,
To lift us up, over, and high above,
The battlefield of life with our undying love.

Now here we are in each other’s paws,
Breaking down the doors, transcending the laws,
Of that which governs the world,
That our love fights on, completely unfurled,
Unfettered and yes, undeterred,
Shouting to all those souls who haven’t heard.

In your loving arms I sleep,
My little furry body is yours to keep,
Its foxy, ‘roo and bunny bits
And pieces, weasel together forms and fits,
Into the whole that is me,
Add you to the mix and that makes we.

A bark, a yip, a crinkle or two,
Our world’s complete, now that it’s me and you.

Patrick Fox 1 April 2016
In the forest of man, I wandered all alone,
Guided down a path of my own accord.
I slip and fall upon loose gravel stone,
Nearly swept away by treacherous fjord.

I lose my grip and communications lost,
Stranded now upon this rocky bank.
The hill is too steep and not worth the cost,
So another way I must find and flank.

Darkness begins to cast it’s lonely shadow,
My world’s gone cold with apathy.
And despite all I’ve learned, all I know,
I succumb to fear and anxiety.

Just then, before all had been lost,
A flicker of a flame ignites the night.
And into your world I am tossed,
Spreading the warmth of your light.

Shock and chills dance upon my skin,
A ballet of black, white, and grey.
Where was I and where had I been,
No longer a concern – come what may.

I expected pain and turmoil’s grasp,
It was further from the truth.
With one look and one final gasp,
I felt the the freedom of youth.

Washed over with a soothing grace,
All over and down my human form.
Fur begins to spread across my face,
As my body prepares to transform.

The bliss caresses all down my spine,
Extending into a large bushy tail.
What in all of this world of mine,
Sparked this beautiful hell?

As the world grew I fell to my knees,
Four padded toes on four padded paws.
An answer to my prayers, to my pleas,
I dug into the earth with ivory claws.

Large fuzzy ears flopped upon my head,
As long whiskers danced on my muzzle.
The changed then continued to spread,
A little foxy nose ready to nuzzle.

Weasel belly ticked with tingle,
Fur had gone and split in two.
Velvet whites ripple, wrinkle,
Kangaroo’s pouch I now knew.

The change complete and done,
I looked myself over and grinned.
This new animal form I had won,
It’s name though I had not pinned.

From out of the shadows you step,
And grace my world again.
In your loving paws I wept,
Saved from the dark world of men.

With joy I barked and yipped,
Amber-green eyes now finally see,
That I am yours, your little Skillet,
Little foxsel me, collared and free.

Patrick Fox    27 Mar 2016
Collared and Free
Foxsel = part weasel, part 'roo, all fox.
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DamaiMikaz Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the watch. So sweet that you support me :hug:
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TheFoxTail Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome.  Nod 
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KingSawyer Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014  Student General Artist
Hello!! I was just wondering how much the anthro fox with a hat and clothes on and the two foxes under the tree-clock??
www.furbuy.com/auctions/106299…
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TheFoxTail Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry for not seeing your post sooner.  I'm going to resubmit the auction but like my plushies purchase singles.  I'll have it posted hopefully today and reply back on here as well.
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KingSawyer Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2014  Student General Artist
Okay! Thanks~
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JWiesner Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2014  Professional
Thank you very much for the +Watch!! :iconcoolplz:
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TheFoxTail Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You're most welcome!  *squeaks!*
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Nushaa Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2014
because I think everyone deserves a little :love: now and then - keep being awesome! and thank you for supporting my art! I really appreciate it.
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TheFoxTail Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:happybounce: 
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nicholasritzic Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav.
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