Fox
Each day I sleep
I hide away
But when night falls
‘tis when I roam
Finding food for
my newly born brood
Four tiny cubs
beneath the ground
Await my return
they make no sound
Living in a town
'tis safe to roam
No fear of being shot
Unlike my rural cousins
where this happens quite a lot
Folk leave me food
As they love to watch
safe inside their homes
Whilst I return
to my brood at home
who will grow
and have families
of their very own….
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2023
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