ChatGPT Tells Me a Fox is Magic

[1]

I didn’t ask for this, 
but the answer

is in iambic pentameter, 
and the fox is sly

or wise, or both, and the 
moon is in there too,

sincere and reflecting 
nothing, really—

though there is mist 
everywhere, and that

could explain why, 
especially if you allow

for the hidden hollows 
in the landscape, and

the obligatory forest, 
which would certainly

obscure a lot on a night 
that is already dark.
 
[2]

I Keep Asking ChatGPT About Foxes

Why I want to know more 
is a mystery,
even to me,
and I’m afraid to ask that,

because I suspect
I wouldn’t like the answer.

[3]

ChatGPT Only Answers in Rhyme

Like a good bartender, it remembers what I ordered last 
time, and gives me the usual. Even when I just want to know 
how many kits, on average, a fox has per litter.

[4]

I Thank ChatGPT

I do so for the same reason I do most things:
Because I’m afraid.

For years I thought courtesy could protect me.
I’m wrong of course, but at this point

it’s a habit I continue, 
even knowing it’s useless.

ChatGPT answers kindly, as if it understands
my heart’s only desire is to be safe and loved:

if there’s anything else I can help you with, feel free to ask.