Down the long tunnel of mystery
the fox precedes me.
His step is light and sure.
Sometimes he glances back over his shoulder.
His face holds a quizzical expression.
He seems about to laugh a foxy laugh.
Behind me the small room retreats,
The voice of the shaman grows fainter.
I follow the fox down
to the starlit chamber.
The fox leads the way.
We find the right path, follow it.
At length, I emerge with the boon into daylight
just as the fox vanishes.
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