intelligent eyes
in a sharp face
a rush forward
to sniff
a tussle
a ripped sandwich
.................................dropped
crumbs
a retreat
a shrieked quack
a duck
hanging limp
a bushy tail
swishing
There have also been poetic foxes over on Bolts of Silk recently, you can find them by following the links below:
The Fox of Yellowstone by Janie Hoffman
Untitled by Art Durkee
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13 comments:
I saw a sudden plethora of foxes around the place, Juliet. What a joy, the trickster spirit is irrepressable. And your poemfox like a rogue in a cape with the quick swish of his tail and gone, is beautiful.
With winter approaching the foxes are getting braver here, too.
Lovely poem.
That is one poetic fox Juliet.
I love the pattern of guttural sounds - 'a shrieked quack// a duck..." - perfectly placed!
I was watching a fox in our front garden last night. A beauty. So ws this.
You've been tagged.
Hi Juliet, we've crossed paths before on EcoStreet. I've tagged you at http://tracystokes.co.za/2008/12/tagged/
All the best,
Tracy
How appropriate! I have a mom and 3 baby fox (?foxes) living in my backyard. I love to see mom's bushy tail as she dashes from place to place!
Now that's a fox!
A bushy-tailed fellow visited my blog recently, too, though my visitor was much less spunky than yours.
http://thewaxingmoon.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-dump.html
It's amazing who you can meet around here, if you keep your eyes open.
I love this, so lucky to observe nature at leisure. In a concrete city, nature does erupt here and there, but mostly it takes a back seat, blinded by city lights; though I have known friends to nurture foxes in their gardens.
the dropped part is so very clever. you are brilliant with your poems
Lovely picture you painted here - I like foxes, so clever (and my bunnies are safely behind the walls).There were 2 that used to visit our back garden every night and early morning, but since the housing development finished they stopped coming.
Thanks for the invitation, btw, but sadly I have to pass for the moment - can't justify any books entering the house at the risk of having to move out ;-)
like the style of this poem- can imagine the fox- we have them in our backyard forest
BTW, I named my camera "foxy"! (There's two blog posts about that. I'm not joking).
Beautiful, Juliet. I can picture the fox and his "intelligent face." Such nice music in the lines, too.
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