Best Red Fox Poems
Stealthy in the moonlight,
rough red fur
Down on all fours,
belly brushing the ground
Ears designed to hear every movement
Chickens quietly resting,
clucking softly, dreaming
Sounds of sleep fills the air
Steadily moving forward,
Under the fence she slides
A swift attack is needed
Or dinner will be lost
The aroma of feathers tickle her nose
she leaps, pounces, feathers fly,
racket fills the air, jaws clamp down,
A savage shake, dinner is ready.
Red Fox is a totem being,
for in true wisdom, he is seeing,
though in dreams, an image fleeting;
it bears repeating, it bears repeating.
Reminds us all, we have to laugh,
have fun, play, be a little bit chaff,
though some may call you, old Falstaff;
you’re not riffraff, you’re not riffraff.
Late at night, when old moon beams,
red fox will come into your dreams,
he can lead you to great schemes;
wise guide it seems, wise guide it seems.
Red fox wisdom upon dream scroll,
says keep your eyes upon your goal,
while with humor you can grow;
you’ll become whole, you’ll become whole.
For in humor, wisdom is found,
never be in sadness found,
his advice will keep you sound;
great things abound, great things abound.
A slender red fox
Walked on the side of the road
It suddenly, stopped
Closely watching traffic
Then, it went on its way
Heidi Sands
6/6/18
slender red fox
slips behind reeds
watching
waiting for his moment
of survival
magnetic poetry
Snow at the Red Fox Ranch
David J Walker
There is snow
At the Red Fox Ranch
On New Year’s day
The Bucks and the Does
Have come out to play
In the cover of the cold
And the old oak grove of trees
And know by heart the way
To flee if we get too near
The Red Fox Ranch
Dressed in winter with
Snow and deer
movement caught my eye
a red fox, across the street
it knew when to run
Heidi Sands
3/15/21
it's a nice neat noon
to see cute red fox in snow
so very cool view!
red fox on the prowl
stops to scratch a different itch
forcefully...its own.
Date written: 09/14/2019
believe in yourself
get motivated because
you can reach your goals
Does the eagle witness all
Does the white bat know
All
Does the fox the avoid the snow
In the everlasting red sea
Of fog
How then can the spirit
Know when reality ends
And time is still
If this is true
Then
Whom am I to ask
What is real and
What is the works of the mind
And spirit
LMG3
Form:
smooth walk of red fox
in beginning of March's snow
soft sweet simple walk
Our blood splattered grounds and our winding pavements.
Keeping my head up while I can.
Your blue spirit birdsong,
It comforts.
Just keep crawling, keep gasping,
Just suffocate it all in the red,
I stayed hungry for the thrill, because
Nothing was enough to quench those flames.
Fox-like footprints in our blood-spattered grounds
Are all I needed back then to stay sane.
Can you scamper away before you do what was asked of you?
Just keep your head up while you can.
Keep starving, keep bleeding.
Cheating.
Suffocate in the red.