Fox Poems - Poems about Fox

I move like a question no one dares to ask aloud. Soft-footed. Sharp-eyed. I was born between shadows, stitched from dusk and flame— a whisper in the underbrush with teeth. You call me sly. I call it survival. I know the wind before it changes. I know the hush that means danger. I know how to vanish without meaning to. Your world is loud. Metal, smoke, hunger that swallows without...

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I. Sighting I saw you through refracted light- a prism of chance splitting ordinary into spectrum. Wind-tangled hair terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails the scent of soil and citrus on your skin. You carried mysteries-living things I wanted to cradle. I didn’t find you- you found...

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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...

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Crazy frenzied buzzing in the hive this afternoon A sexy female bee had come in on Zoom She was built differently than the old dour queen She’s a real fox, a dream, said my pal Screen Screen is always trying to put down the current queen They have not gotten along well since he was a teen I looked on zoom...

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ah Coffeetop Locks be the witch’s fox a cunning you pair in hand on the fringe of village life wings but inward at night for her work where you light then quickly on hocks ah Coffeetop Locks ...

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With all the eye candy I don't know which to choose From all the foxy ladies On Fox News...

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A polly-fox is a skirt. What kind of polly-fox are you wearing today? Oh, you NEVER wear a polly-fox? I thought you were from Scotland. I discovered polly-fox yesterday In a student Thesaurus. A new fact I was determined to use in a poem today. This is it. You’re welcome...

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it's a nice neat noon to see cute red fox in snow so very cool view!...

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Coyote, wolf or fox? I stare at the gorgeous animal. He may be wild, but he is exquisitely made. Low to the ground, red fur, dark tail. My dogs go berserk when they notice the creature. Barking and charging at the glass separating them. I let the wild one have a head start. Then I release my dogs, confident they cannot catch...

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Once a fox was lost in the field; No shelter, friends, nor food to yield! His fending hope has lastly keened, But stood once more when prey he gleaned... There he melded with flocks of sheep, Dealing and coping with their keep; Hardly bids to maintain his guise, Yet still a fox behind those eyes! He has sampled reed grass, at least, Though fox...

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Appears - eyes alight Freezes - bristling orange Leaves - sleek and silent...

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Creaky door opening from one blackened room To another Something enters Looms Warm breath on your neck You Business leaders Are the first to go The most susceptible To my thoughts about your future Hold out your hands What do you feel? Yes that’s it a carrot and stick Now feel the blade of steel to your throat My friend So maybe your side gig Running your newspaper platform or TV...

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My fox screams and yells in utter disbelief, a glass wall silencing his pleas I can only watch in utter display as my fox slowly but surely withers away You may ask, ‘Why didn’t you help?’ or ‘Why just watch him fall?’ But the horrid, harsh truth is, I tried everything and nothing works at all The glass cage,...

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startled fox turns with his fluffy tail down His fur he wears like an amber kingly gown Against the forest wall, he gives so much color Hiding in the thicket is his older brother His teeth have barely come in, he is a baby Will he run off like a frightened deer? Possibly He skitters away; now his beautiful tail is...

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Your eyes have grown cold hunting for the fox and heel bare feet you showier the day Now you have a womans shape and you can change the colour of the sky The World owes you nothing Howler if you dare the din Tear the mask of your face and wait for the masters voice ...

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