Windows of Gold

Windows of gold shone bright from the garden The mist sits hovering on a slight white frost The fox tracks in the frost visible, without a pardon A blackbird and his wife sitting on the fence looking cold and lost. The sun rises the windows reflect the coming cold winters day The blackbird has spied the fox, so he’s not hopping down The fox appears, hungry; he is after some new fresh prey They spy each other the blackbird so black and his wife a dull brown The fox sits he’s waiting a while, he appears to be in no hurry The blackbird and his wife watch, with their heads on one side Chattering away a flap of wings to say, we’re safe we need not worry The fox just waits he watches blacky and his wife, and the fox her, he espied. The sun rose high the golden window disappears and turned to dull black The fox stands, he shakes his head, and he turns to walk away The brown bird now happy the fox has gone hops down, she doesn’t look back She hears her husband chattering; too late the fox has his breakfast for the day. As the sun rises it shines on the windows that began as burning gold A new day has started with new hope and promises anew Never turn your back on the lessons learnt and common senses untold The fox is waiting he needs to eat and his prey could be you. © 8/12/2012 ~GG~