One night the boy became a fox

Love this!

Beautiful Paul. Such a lovely poem of spirit and freedom. my dreams for years has to been to shed my human skin and become free as an Animal in the jungles. So wonderful his dream is fulfilled

ooo wow!!! Paul this piece of writing in phenomenal! congratulations, beautifully written.. :)

oh Paul…. a metamorphosis….. i’m in awe of your eloquence and proud of your courage… i can’t wait to see and feel the results…............... much love….......b

beautifully done…the night is a great place to live. if maurice sendak and leonard cohen could mate, it would make this poem. wonderful imagery.

you have woven a beautiful imagery with words.

then let the night begin…............ love you my friend….............b

Here is a song i have loved forever, about the night, SelfControl

Lovely read Paul. I was waiting for my 200MB Photoshop file to save, and typically that means a couple minutes of boredom and impatience, but using that time to read this lifts my imagination. After reaching that point in life where I spend most of my time on work I desire these kind of moments of wildness and freedom.

Wonderful wonderful stuff. Impressive viseral poetic nature to this unique piece. Love it.

“Now the nameless one owns the night.”

I’m in love, If I only had the words to describe the impact this piece has had but I lack the skills. All I can say is Thank you.

so lovely to see your words…i love ‘He sighed off his skin in the moonlight ‘

Own that night ! ‘And feel the dirt under bare feet”. Yes!

and I can see a wonderful series of visuals to go with this :)

I like the way you possess the night….

A visual piece of writing….wonderfully written . :)

Wonderful Paul! So evocative… I could feel myself floating in the night above, watching him howl!

can’t wait to see it paul! xx

There are a bunch of Japanese folktales about foxes turning into people and playing tricks and illusions on humans. This kinda reminds me of them. Rock on, Kitsune-boy

I’m the one also in ECSTASY here …..OH , Paul ! ....xx Andre

What a beautiful and intriguing piece of writing, Paul. I particularly loved this: Shook off a moniker / In its place a miraculous pelt
You had my interest from the first line.

This. Is. Amazing

i can see how it is personal because i relate 100%

something just changes one day when you walk out into the night.

just clicks, and all of a sudden you love it and are more comfortable with it then you thought possible

This made my heart swell up into a shape I haven’t seen before. I think becasue I was always scared of the dark too. Much easier to see in the moonlight now though…and I can see you do too. This piece is just sublime, Paul and resonates deeply for me. x

beautiful Paul .. you write as extraordinarly wonderful as you draw xx

Wonderful – I love the second line :)

Owning the night indeed. Make the rabbits hide :)

You have a very cool style. I enjoyed is a lot.

A truly magical piece yourself, Paul – brave and enspirited, to metamorphose into what it is we must become and then to own it – brilliant metaphor. And a very gifted and imaginative style! I’m as impressed with your abilities as a writer as I am with your talent as an artist. Lovely work!

I know that feeling, of the calling at night – like someone elses blood is running in your veins – you have started a hunt(a yearning) in these words – pray tell, what is the prey?
have you ever looked up what foxes symbolize – it is rather interesting
I used to pass them late at night when I was walking home aroung Hampstead Heath We would cross paths, as they prowled from the moon light into shaded veils of buildings and trees

yes i too know the held gaze of a fox ….I will keep watching you, i will add you to my favourites
– keep followiing foxes

It seems to have been written by a fox: sly, slippery, secretive, seductive even. Bravo, Paul, glad to see you’re still here!

ive always wished i could write like that. :) Your lovely pauly

oh geez paul, i absolutely loved this and as advised, read it ever so slowly. i really really love that in metamorphsis the nameless finally felt the dirt under foot, heard the love song, sighed in the moonlight. something about meek inheriting it all comes to mind :) beauitiful work.

I so understand this, better than you will ever know… peace and happiness to you!!

This is a striking piece Paul, instinctive and written with a finespun elegance.

I shall have to show this poem to a “furry” friend of mine who actually IS a fox. Or so he told me.

This is so inspiring, I wonder how I hadn’t discovered your writing before, but now I have it makes me really happy!!

This is lovely Paul, really enjoyed it. And I had visuals in the style of “Where the Wild Things Are”, LOL :)

i read this 3 times and was in awe each time i read it… it’s like majick being woven…. just amazing Paul…

this is great. love the writing. goes perfectly with your fox drawing

Excellent writing, beautifully expresssed.

Holy cow, this is sheer, unadulterated, mystical and beautiful brilliance. like a dream unfolding before me. amazing. wow! love, Kristin

cool work paul

if i could be any other animal I think it would be a fox … especially this one with his miraculous pelt. Lovely. Ax

Now the nameless one owns the night.

luminous ethereal words. your writing is exquisite

stunning writing, Paul. Wow.

Hi Paul, I’ve referenced this piece here (in a description accompanying a fable of female-feline transformation). I really adore the metaphors in your tale of a boy becoming a fox, especially To both invoke a tempest and brave the fall out Great writing xoxo