Foxes Poems - Poems about Foxes

The foxes in my garden Arrive at night to play They had their fill of chicken And so decide to stay I crouch down on my haunches And look into her eyes The little one so trusting She’s like her mother wise I see how she has taught them To fend well for themselves But only Little...

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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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chilly  billy  silly  filly love ain't for sheep, chilly Billy sighs, drains many a silly filly dry...

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just like foxes they arise from dark places they come to fight and scavenge As they start to climb they become stronger in a pack. the power they have goes over their heads there's no way they'll turn back, its a two way game and there putting us through a test as the rise of inflation gets higher, were left...

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A fine family of foxes, a feisty mom and her two kits living near humans by shrewd wits. Her constant success flummoxes. Kits are tiny jack-in-the-boxes, heads bobbing while mom baby sits. NB: Other - Sextilla: A Sp. stanza form of six octosyllabic or shorter lines. In the classic period, the usual rhyme schemes were abbaab....

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Always mistreated, never a topic to consider about. A big hole where everybody is in, without a retunring ticket back. We enjoy those beautiful areas, we have a wonderful time. Behind the joy we never think, we've...

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screams pierce the night primeval mating wise owls winking...

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we consume lizards, small birds and fruits our extra furry feet protect us against hot sand our overdeveloped ears protect us from the sun we live in Northern Africa’s desert...

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It’s difficult to imagine The vast amount of secrets That are kept in the forest I strained my neck upwards Staring up at the canopy of trees So high that it would take fifteen of me To reach the very top, I pondered their immense height, A feeling of insignificance rushing over me, And I thought, “What knowledge do you conceal To justify the way you...

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triplet red foxes born in the meadow nearby ~ not afraid of me [red fox] written April 10, 2022 [Palm Sunday] THIRD PLACE WINNER submitted to "Wild Life Haiku" poetry contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin [syllables checked by HMS]...

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What are you looking for? This voice was cracking. I looked up to see two crows. Which one had spoken? I am searching for mica, I told them. It’s found in granite. Is it sparkly? They looked interested. I nodded, and they hopped around in the water, helping me look. Next I stumbled upon a fawn, hidden in a glade,...

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owl chosen ruler for democratic forest white foxes restive...

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Foxes have holes and birds have nests for bed but Jesus had nowhere to lay his head. It is he who calls us to leave all without fuss as we follow in the Way that he led. Luke 9.57-62...

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It was a Sunday cherry picker Saints were coming not to bicker We will take a few Then on cue Change them to A special wine And have a nice time Mr. Bourne he did listen Dreaming of a fantasy mission Catching the hive And staying alive Missing St Mary Saints knew this was not going carry...

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Foxes found themselves at home In a match they could dial in by phone A villain came into their midst Trying to cure themselves from the bottom half EPL cyst Noted as the visiting team the villains knew they were going to be creamed As the Foxes put one in before the half There is...

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