The Quantum Fox
Have you seen the quantum fox?
A fox in flux! A paradox!
His whereabouts is rare because
he’s in his den AND in this box!
This hokum locus tends to vex
the best of us - the mind rejects
the concept of his flightiness
as fiction or a foxy hex.
But fiction’s just refocused facts -
a lens that bends, a parallax.
The fact remains that Foxy lacks
a fix, til someone interacts.
See, should you pry inside the box,
you’ll find a fox, or not a fox,
at which point, quantum nonsense stops
and everything is orthodox.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Nina Parmenter
would be pleased to hear them.