Foxes Poems

The foxes in my garden

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

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

Foxes and Fillies

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

Foxes of Britain

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

Foxes

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.

Nature

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

Nocturnal Foxes

screams pierce the night
primeval mating
wise owls winking

Who Are We

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

Forest

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

Foxes

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]

Speaking To the Forest Creatures

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,

White Foxes

owl chosen ruler 
for democratic forest
white foxes  restive

Foxes Have Holes

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

Table For Two

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

Let the Foxes In and Shut the Villians Out

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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