Vixen Poem by Tony Mushrow

Vixen.



Early huntress,
half eaten fish,
clamped between strong jaws.
She looked at me,
bright eyes pierced mine,
ears pricked,
ribs pressed against flesh,
she turned to stone.
…….I stood transfixed by her,
beauty.
grace,
cunning.
The wind changed,
my scent carried a silent message,
she raised her head.
…..I understand,
hungry cubs,
mewing,
nipping,
hidden,
a splash in the lake breaks the spell.
a bush shivers.
A blink and she’s gone,
back to the shadows,
with her prize………… a mother’s love.


End.