The brazen fox strolled right through the front door
Of my parent's home
He lounged on the sofa, stole a seat at the table
And he was welcomed
But I saw the sniff and the preen, the glean in his eye
As he devoured my sister
Silently, I watched from across the table
Every holiday, every year
Until last Christmas
When he cornered me in the kitchen
With a ring in his pocket, a question on his lips
And a demand, a command just for me
"Talk to me. Call me by my name."
And so, for perhaps the first time, I looked him in the eye
Raised my chin
And named him Thief