The Lone Fox Dancing Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

From the downs of the woody track and the wild
Came it upon the fox,
Coming in its gait
And with its appearance,
The wildly black birds started crying
And chirping,
Perched on the twigs of the lowly bamboo trees.

The fox,
The lone fox saw I coming,
The lone fox
Without the other companions
Saw I retreating back,
But in the wildly gait of it,
Never tamable,
The savage will remain savage and wild.

The red tooth and claw of Nature,
Saw I in its movement,
Gait of going,
First I took it for a dog,
But a dog it was not,
A fox, a wild animal,
A meat-eater was it,
A non-vegetarian.

I wanted to follow it,
Tame it,
Call it,
But swift-footed and self-tempered appeared it to be,
Without anything to heed to
Or change in nature,
A wild fox was it,
Untamable,
Wild and cleverly.

Its calls once would have raked the forests
But rarely do I hear it now,
But the animal no doubt bloody and bestial
As it can harm the small little girl or boy
While going to the farmland,
Lying ambushed into the bushes.