we were laughing,
the fox and me,
After I asked him why you lough?
"The big gorilla is trying to be foxy" he replied.
We had never seen such a creature at Lake Shady
She was a cross between a fox and a lady
Built with all the curves of a human being too
But with fox eyes and wisdom, said observer Lou.
She is the utmost, the quintessential lady of the lake.
Will protect all of you beings, of that make no mistake
She is a princess, warrior, wise woman, a foxy-fox.
She looks wonderful too in her armor and dainty frocks.
Hey fox cub whaur will ye play the day?
The forest floor is covered in bronze an gold
leaf hiding youngsters like you from harm
.Dinae wander far frae yer den .siblings and mother,
stay close little one theres a storm coming.
(c)Andrew Mcintyre.
Foxy Brown had started a trend
By stealing another's boy friend
Next, she was bound and gag
With her head in a bag
She was met with a tragic end
I am in love with a real babe, Foxy Moxy said to his cousin Line.
Gabe was picturing a sensuous fox with a silver tail fluffy and fine.
You will meet her shortly, Foxy told him. She’s over by that pine.
Line squinted his eyes, but he could see no female fox sublime.
He was confused by Foxy’s declaration, where could she be?
Yonder by the tallest pine, Foxy told him. The fluffiest tree.
Goosy walked up to his cousin and gave him a peck on the cheek.
Line was astounded and gave out a growl and a squeak.
I know we are diverse, Foxy Moxy said to his favorite cousin.
But she has the heart of gold of at least ten women, maybe a dozen.
They married in May, under the pine so sweet, both of them happy.
Line kept his mouths shut, eager to see the face of grandpappy.
On hot field days they wave to the flowers,
And matching grasshoppers climb their stems,
As pink butterflies visit in the lazy hours,
While their sly namesake doesn't notice them!
Frequently a chorus of crickets can be heard,
As they sway gracefully under Moon and Mars.
When beauty is spoken without a single word,
Like a distant sound of summer night guitars!
The psychology of the sun is strange...
The violinist's taupe
strapped sandals, color of beach
sand, burning, slap tiles
with embedded grime, like
the charred plaster walls of a Syrerian
merchant. Anytime...a fear:
bombs dropped, scarring
an isolated biped life.
Morning edges spill
light the tint of egg-
whites commixed with the yolk, brewing
the dream that souses
the intangable
permeation of the air;
imbued rose colors
of birth; or a prom's
carnation, white tinted blue
like the cottony sky
draped over the fringes
of liminal lives cast onto
the arcane stage
of a paralyzed
mortality. A need
of warmth for the flower,
the snug petals that breach
an infernal cut into
the animus in life.
A stygian gash
insufferable like a pompei
brain cooked into glass,
a fossil the tinct
of diabolical eyes. An
appollyn rises
to seize the sun's foxy
neutrino, more easily
snared than bombs.
playful red fox cubs
across golden foliage
guarded vixen watched
To most, he was just a dog but,
to her he was a, “foxy-boy”.
Sure enough, he possessed the
countenance a large fox;
all decked out in silver and white fur.
Oh, he knew he was the light of her life;
she’d hold his paw in her hand and tell him
what a “cutie-pie” he was, so “foxy”
and he loved it; you could tell he was
blushing beneath that fur,
as he’d turn his head downwards,
as if to say, “aw...shucks” Mom.
A nose to touch mine,
so near in what Arctic natives
call an Eskimo kiss,
whose faces are covered
to prevent a frozen departure
from this life.
Eyes so blue I can lap
from a clear refreshing stream
and taste a part of the life
promised in their native stories:
Soul deep.
Ears alert to all sounds,
including the softest whispers
of desire leaping
in the dark of night like frogs
coming to be my dinner.
A face of elegant expression,
peering down with soul-filled
beauty, stronger, beyond all other,
staring with intensity far out in
an unknown world.
The wiley canine creature
strutted in the winter sun
through the back yard, light on foot
no care in the world
A stretch, a yawn, a funny dance
not noticing the audience
of human creatures peering
through the back door pane
Oblivious until he came
within arm's reach of the house
The glass - the separation
between children and the beast
A lovely coat, a dream to watch
he really should be out at night
But on this day he brought us
all a garden show to delight
There once was this gal named PD
A gal that I never did see
She's asked me to guess
Of her features what's best
And just how foxy is she
For: PD's Inner Animal Contest
5/24/11
so cunning this fox
who nimbly past guards
yet never gets caught
Miss Foxy and Hound
The fox senses spring,
The hound is too tired to fight,
Conflict delayed, friends.
The hound hides in wait,
How smart are you, Miss Foxy?
Nature in action.
The fox loves to play,
The hound takes his role to heart,
Frustration sets in.
Lone opossum roams in.
The Hound comes to Foxy’s aid,
It’s complicated.
Cherry Blossoms bloom,
Foxy outsmarts Hound again,
The Hound likes his friend.
Autumn winds blowing.
They both know their time grows short,
Hound will miss Foxy.
Winter winds bite deep.
Foxy thinks of Hound, fondly.
It’s a lonely time.
The circle of life,
‘Twas just a matter of time,
The reaper commeth.
Spring winds blow, sadly,
Foxy searches for her friend,
Silence all around.
Miss Foxy now knows,
“My foe is gone!”, with a tear,
I will miss you, Hound.
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