A Sly Game Poem by Francie Lynch

A Sly Game



As I approached
The eleventh tee,
A red-tailed fox
Looked up at me.
He stood beside
A running creek,
Our eyes met
We didn't speak.
He took a peek
And lost his game.
I teed off
And did the same.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: wildlife ,distraction,game,games,golf,loss,mistake,sports
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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