Death Fox Poems

The heavens opened wide that night,
Thunder pounded the skies with might,
Lightening, God’s pyrotechnics were in play,
A great delight for the fox to have his way.

Power...

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Stupid flowers,
Eaten by a stupid sheep.
It’s all so ignorant,
My efforts wasted away. 

Blind little lamb,
Eating flowers so absentmindedly,
Flowers like the ones I found on the...

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The fox and the hare
in a race for survival
the fox goes hungry
...

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There is an eventuality as respects mankind 
and the beast...as the one dies, so the other...
so that the one [has] no superiority over the other,...

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The mother fox and her kits froze to death in the fall.
It was an ice storm, and there was no shelter at all.
Mother fox hoped...

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Fox Hunting

She turns tail to snake through the dust,
parting orderly heads of corn,
breathing heat and eating dark
On her way to escape—she hopes—
from the fox chasing...

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This poem is the story of the Da Ji a Chinese maiden who was believed to be posessed by a fairy fox unwillingly in a...

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Silver Fox and Contented Girl, two souls united by quest, bonded tightly.
Heard one crying in the night, so had to leave their bodies immediately.
Will she...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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A Wedding Day

Cleaning the church is a privilege. 
I go every Saturday, humbly to serve. 
It is not a boast, it is small gratitude paid,...

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Today is Enough

The morning came early. 
In fact I was up all night. 
I watched the coming and going…
of the stars.

God’s work ever at hand,...

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