Best Foxes Poems
screams pierce the night
primeval mating
wise owls winking
Foxes
Looking around,
Hiding, sliding, slipping
The silky red fox, runs past you
Sneaky
In the forest lays
Little baby red foxes
and a little squirrel
A neighbor owned a lovely fence garden
In the garden was an exquisite ivy vine
It was a place of comfort and pleasure
It was an arena of solace and leisure
One day a little fox delved under the fence
It went under the vine and sips it
A few days later the vine withered
And there was a huge vine and a little wizard
It was not a big one, but a little
A little fox ravaged a huge vine
It did great catastrophic when the vines are tender
Yet, the young man did nothing to guard its natural splendor
There are no giants in our land
But there are little devils
A devil-like clever little foxes
A seemingly insignificant little foxes
These little foxes are spoiling the vine
A little sleep! A little slumber!
Laziness spoils the vine of success beyond doubt
Get up! Chase the little fox of laziness out!
Pride spoils the vine of progress
Get up! Chase the little fox of pride out!
A little anger! A little destruction!
Get up! Chase the little fox of anger from your reputation
Bitterness spoils the vine of receptivity
Get up! Chase the little fox of bitterness out!
A little wrath! A little strive!
Get up! Chase the little foxes that do harm to your Christian life!
Chase out the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines (Song of Solomon 2:15)
Furry red
Fox kits in a
Pile of three
Bringing a smile
To the face of me
Are they sly and
Are they slick?
Are they ready
To tumble and
Rumble and flip?
They look so tame
Just sitting there
I want to run my
Fingers through
Their red hair!!!
All horses and hounds alert,
when the horn blows!
The chase is on, where to?
Nobody bloody knows!
Illegal is the sport,
everybody is on edge.
A fox runs for it is life,
as a horse is whipped over a hedge.
The law stated clearly
that live fox hunts were banned!
They ignored it because animal rights
in their mind do not stand.
Their other way around it
was to capture the red fiend.
Then instead release him later,
claiming he had not just been freed.
‘He was simply in the way’ they say,
‘the dogs picked up the scent!’
‘Can’t tell em to stop you see,
they will not listen or relent!’
Drag hunts are an option,
but of course this will not do.
Blood-lust is their poison,
as is destroying the land they run through.
Where the Foxes Wander
Through the mist of dandelion seeds
That float across the dew filled field
The dancing seeds part majestically
The grass bends the stalks do yield
His nose in the air,
Between the mist of seeds
Eyes darting left and right
Taking in the field of weeds
Stepping forward cautiously
One step in front of the other
Its then another fox appears
A vixen with cubs - a mother.
The fox runs forward not looking back
The mother nips at the cubs
They lie still, hidden they think
The fox returns and noses rub.
He leads the way through open space
Fox, vixen, and offspring
To the chicken run next door
But should I do anything?
The large brown hens pecking dirt
The fox his eye on one
The cockerel then starts to crow
The sly fox is now undone.
© GG 17/06/2013
Foxes chasing dreams,
looking for chickens,
to invite to dinner.
wrote 8-8-08
Some humans are foxes
let them sit and reflect
before a fox of men
they were fragile babies
Some humans are inhuman
let them shut eyes and see
before acting inhumanly
they were humane
Some humans are angry cocks
let them cool down and check
before behaving as angry cocks
they were talon-less chicks
No one is best, no one must be fox
Treat humans as human you are
Foxes
lay in the dirt
summer heat
red red against the dusk
mama watches kits chase shaking herself
fireflies dance about
she wanders to the creek for water
they scamper behind her
ready for adventure
Flummoxed foxes fleeing, fumbling forward from furious
Hurried heaving hounds howling hourly hitherto
Stop
Withered weathered wild woods would weep when
Man made memories murdering many mammals
Stop
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray our goal should Schmeichel keep,
That Vards and Mahrez hit the net
More premier records they're sure to set.
Albrighton and Schlupp will work the wings; Whilst Drink's and Kante pull the strings;
Okazaki, Simpson, Fuchs, their names we'll write in history books;
Huth and Morgan stand tall and strong;
The bells ring out, dilly-ding-dilly-dong;
As fans sing songs in every stand,
We're soon to reach the promised land;
And if the dream should end before that day,
I'm Leicester City anyway.
The foxes in their holes.....
peer out beyond night, they settled in
the nape of the land; the accursed bugs.....
and living thriving graves ----
the soldier,
has inherited death (his hand).....
The holes held the foxes, the lighted trenches
and tombs; bold as beasts in battle
and fearless to morbid grip
(cowards be they not),
Though always in death
mother on the lips ----
always her
always she.....
and many sorry's,
and regrets
**This poem is in no way a slam against soldiers, but war**
A fine family of foxes,
a feisty mom and her two kits
living near humans by shrewd wits.
Her constant success flummoxes.
Kits are tiny jack-in-the-boxes,
heads bobbing while mom baby sits.
NB: Other - Sextilla: A Sp. stanza form of six octosyllabic or shorter lines. In the classic period, the usual rhyme schemes were abbaab.
owl chosen ruler
for democratic forest
white foxes restive