I am the fox
Who goals survive,
Through foxy guile
And wise mind gate,
But to remain alive
Man must with haste,
Shed inhuman state
Of failing world’s fate,
He unwittingly devised!
Poetry on a canapé
A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier's poetry
Poetry on a canapé 
Fox’s mind…that, you possess. 🙂
Thank you dear lady, and I’ll take that as a compliment, for I consider myself a survivor as well. Much as that constantly threatened fox and fellow creature. I say threatened for mankind is indeed under threat by man, as my poem expresses. Jean-Jacques
Very clever.
Hey Paulette… like a distant voice wanting to be heard, hopes to resonate enough, eventually, thus so to be heard, maybe…? Thank you my friend! Jean-Jacques