the changeover of seasons


a person was faltering through the misty forest
her face was pale like a sheet of balsa
the ragged clothes were dampish and they did not keep her warm at all
the feet were moving hardly in the morass

she always used to wander around in the grove
the trees once used to appear so friendly and warm
but now they were suffering from worms
and staring at her nearly indicting

the cold clutched her heart
suddenly she saccaded
the fragile body collapsed
is this the end?, she asked herself

snarling depreciative the mist embodied
a swirling tangle of white fur sprouted in midair
the white fox sank to the ground slithery
and it lumbered to the suffering person

"if it is me, that you wish, then take me
kill me and eat my flesh if it is that, you'd like"
the fox remained quietly
"go ahead!" she whispered with her very last breathe

"soon, grass will cover your remains
and your children will build their houses on it
they will try and hunt me down like they did before"
and the fox lifted its head down to the womens body




Kritik, Lob und Verbesserungsvorschläge besonders im Bezug auf Korrektheit der Grammatik erwünscht, da ich auch nicht so das Englisch Ass bin.