Fox Poems

Foxy

we were laughing,
the fox and me, 
After I asked him why you lough? 
"The big gorilla trying to be foxy" he replied.

Frederick Fox Went a Courting

Frederick Fox went a courting on a summer’s day fine
Object of his desire was a vivacious vixen named Madeline
They got along like a roof gets along with a gargoyle
Like a garden takes to luscious black healthy soil

He was thrilled with his date, and she seemed excited with he.
Maybe a future for these two could easily

Of course Fairy Tales can come true Daws

Have I done something wrong..8 long years..regretted being forsaken not feted..more pong than gong it appears

Charismatic Selectors mistaken..phlegmatic..enigmatic or erratic

Dramatic not pragmatic nor didactic tactic

Despite the fans throng that he does belong

After an en song bounty..one of the best county careers

Applaud PCA top award for 2024..for the way you play..stack of wickets taken and runs

CANDY APPLE RED FOREVER FOX STAMP STILLS-

Ole’ to the bland bated solid baby blue-hued sky viewed
Left handed white arrows stacked pyramid left side two points up north? looks cool,
Forever almonds eyes slanted aligned  with cheek triangular faced,
Vivid stares in graced sitting tail staged right tipped black on end looks cool man
Sitting in on rippled lined white background represents layers of

Blue Fox

The fox slopes warily into the garden,
a sapphire dawn overlay's and
sheens his form.

He trots across
a snow powdered clearing
head low, electric whiskers
seeking trace and track.
Crystalline eyes
turn toward a window
where I watch between
aquamarine icicles.

A white speckled snout
wrinkles in sudden awareness.
A quick curious stare,
then off he vaults
over a frost jeweled fence,
a bristled tail whisking
diamond flecked snowflakes -

blue diamonds.

Red Thread Through the Trees: A Fox Speaks

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

Of Paper Moons, Foxes, and Blood Oranges

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

Bound by the red

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

Shes a real Fox this Womanly Bee

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

Coffeetop Locks

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

The Ladies of Fox News

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

are you Wearing Polly Fox Today

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

Red Fox

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

coyote wolf or fox

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

The Fox

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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