Not before dusk
Dare they appear.
Foxy tails brush
The ground, as they
Race for cover
At any sound.
Hunger will win,
As family
Rearing brings need.
Fox feeds warily,
Maybe one night
Fear will recede.
A used to have a favourite spot on the edge od a farm which was abundant with wildlife.My friend lived in the city.I used to call her up and give her a running comment on a Vixen that used to hunt for rabbits at twilight.Last remember her standing quite still as she sensed me, raising her right front paw, turning her head sniffing the air bfore running through the underbrush.Long live Reynard. Sid xx
Ears are pricked for the slightest sound nose is sensing that no danger is found stealthily tracking his unlucky prey a chicken provides a meal today lovely poem Fay, your a bit of a fox youself; -)
You must live out in the countryside. Nice observation of natural creatures.
Excellent title, wonderful sentiment - a lovely tribute to foxes. S :)
You love for nature and animals shines through in your poetry Fay A lovely write We get a Lot of foxes here and it is a pleasure to get a rare glimpse. 10 plus
I love foxes.... hate the people who use 'concern for the countryside' as an excuse to kill them in the most barbaric manner imaginable. Lovely write, Fay.
Very vivid. The minimal number of words seems to mirror how hard it is to spot the elusive fox and how quietly s/he keeps cover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No longer are they confined to the countryside, they are all over the towns now. Beautiful creatures but highly sensitive to humans, but getting better I think at being brave. Nice write Fay. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX