Full-size fennecs are a rare sight,
striding through cityscapes in daylight,
scattering cinder blocks with an idle thoom,
sheepishly apologizing for the lack of room.

Being a size changer has its ups and downs,
it's more of a merry go round.
Sometimes you’re large,
in charge,
big as a barge,
and others instead,
you’re steeped in dread,
accidentally painting downtown red.

So what's to say,
when you get swept away,
caught in fury and fray,
watching ants scatter in disarray,
taxing structures that don’t have support to pay,
kicking down buildings just cos they're in the way?

It's intoxicating.
It’s oh so elating,
to be absolutely decimating,
and urges worth sating
rise beyond rating,
and there can be no waiting,

No delay,
no one can stand in the way,
or dare defy what you say.
So it's easy to forget,
about tiny friends you’ve just met,
perhaps even do something you regret,
when you're kicking homes down,
just to hear the sound.

So when your paws can enact a solar eclipse,
and you can encase whole lives in your lips,
recall all the smears on your heel off which you have swept,
and consider occasionally watching your step.

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More of me being me. Being large and in charge, with my paw about to enshroud someone, or worse. Luckily I caught on. Luckily for the little one... I wasn't in one of my moods.

Magnificent art done by  Fauxlacine
Beautiful poem done by  Sofia.exe
Giant fennec is ME!
(Don't know the little guy, but he's safe.)