VICTORIA GEORGE

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Fox Whisperer - Poem by VICTORIA GEORGE

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When evening turns to darkest night
And stars are in the sky
When the garden’s swathed in silver light
That’s when my fox comes by

You will not hear a sound he makes
His feet are velvet plush
When from my hand the food he takes
I feel the gentlest touch

When first he came - I saw the fear
In those soft questioning eyes
But slowly over time - a year
My friend’s become so wise

When he comes up to me so near
I think that he can tell
That he is loved and safe right here
And that I wish him well

I'm so grateful for this moonlit tryst
It's always a delight
It's something I would not have missed
This friendship in the night

copyright Victoria George

VICTORIA GEORGE

Poems by VICTORIA GEORGE : 16 / 65

Adeline Foster (5/24/2014 2:45:00 PM)

I love the poem, more poignant than humor but, boy, you do get it just right. Read mine – I Cannot Return – about live in the North Country.
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Sarwar Chowdhury (10/4/2008 8:16:00 AM)

fine ryhm/rythm indeed.......10 (Report) Reply
Nia Riz (6/23/2008 9:46:00 AM)

I love the poem. More than the meaning, i love the way we can read it because of the rhyme scheme. (Report) Reply