PURPLE FOX

Yesterday he morphed
And I saw him turning
Into a flashy purple fox
His edges gleamed
And adjusted themselves
Like graphic sketches
But thick and white.

Yesterday his black hair
Turned sleek and scarred
And a violet shade
His lovely bow legs
Fell to the ground
And he stretched on all fours.

Yesterday the bones
On his face grew deep
Alongside his cheeks
Before they turned black
Deepened darkened
And sucked themselves away.

Yesterday he curved
Low and rigid
Cutting the wind
As he crouched to lunge
And prepared to sprint away
From the pages of this poem.