#100MonstrousPoems 87: Nine-tailed Fox

You’d think it would be cumbersome.
It’s really not. When I had one
Magnificently russet brush,
I thought it beautiful enough.
But with the years my wisdom grew
And soon I’d grown another two
Then three, then four, then five, then six
And with each one, I learned more tricks.
I found that I could change my form
Be lizard, falcon, fish or worm
I breathed the water, rode the wind
Went naked, feathered, scaled and finned.
And now one hundred years have passed,
And I’m a nine-tailed fox at last
I’m ready for humanity…
But are you ready, dears, for me?