The Fox
The fox stares with beady eyes
Around the corner, he is waiting
Clinging hopefully for the tipping
Claiming the east
To get to his lairing feast.
Food is his gem
His family urging him
Hunting
Living in harsh
And rash ways
The fox will never lose a sighting
When fighting to live his days.
Laying in the heated sun
Sprawling his legs a wide
He is sleeping for a while
Resting before the mating
Willing him to be.
The evening arrives
He goes off with his family
Gathering together
Waiting, watching, listening
For the peaceful night
And the darkness
Arriving imminently.
The howling begins
The roaring within
Disturbing the people
Knocking over dustbins
Awakening the street
With their running
Spinning, dipping, slipping,
Cats screaming
Hurtling about
Playing a game
With foxes
Spying, fouling, sprawling
Rowing.
The quieting finally arrives
The sun is rising
As daylight morning
Delivers yawning.
Scuttling of foxes
Scurrying away
They hitherto a place
Hiding silently
Sleeping in their space
Until the moon arrives
And the fox learns
His slinking, blinking, drinking,
Timing
Is how his life
Will roll
Once again.
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.
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