Passion Fox Poems

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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Today I found you cornered, drenched in cold,
your fur coat nothing but a newborn's down,
a tiny ball unfolding while I hold
you shivering. Your lacerations frown

and...

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In piles of crusted dust
The sly fox prowls in jets of furry
The words of prey whip passed the face
Of a wired stunning pelt  

And...

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In the foothills of the Ozarks Arkansas
 Those mountains a calling, come and play the game
   From prison came Joe to see his...

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One thing a pink fox needs is a silver fox fur.
She is so mystifying; this will make her purr.

Lady with pure instinct; can never be...

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