Mother Fox Poems

Felicia the fox feeder became a mother of five
When their sainted fox mother was no longer alive
Their mother’s spirit sat in the trees and watched...

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Hey  fox cub whaur will ye play the day?  

The forest floor is covered in bronze an gold  

leaf hiding youngsters like...

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Mother was away, plucking hens
So I got my mead, in the special hip flask
Sat by the fence, just by the green
Time slipped along, Ken joined...

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Two frisky kits
Enjoying each other
About the same size
Being watched by their mother

I used a telescopic lens
For I did not want to get carried away
By a...

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Brother Fox put his nose up a teensy tiny bit, cold and thick
So the frosty snowflakes would reach him quicker than quick
He looks so smug,...

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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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Esoteric Fox did not plan to become the animal whisperer of the forest
It happened accidentally, due to his unknown nature of loving.
He loved all kinds...

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As Spring turns into Summer
    The shift in temperatures
Tend to get a little warmer….
    Mother Nature calls
For her children...

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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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