Monday, 12 October 2009

five wrens
on the bird feeder -
a fox watches


along the Water of Leith, Edinburgh

13 comments:

Jasmine said...

My nanna was a wren...
I love foxes.

Janice Thomson said...

Great imagery - I can imagine the fox licking his chops :)

The Weaver of Grass said...

Oh goodness me, Juliet, this leaves the reader in suspense alright.

Gerald (Hyde DP) said...

and you watch the fox ...

Annie said...

Lovely. I guess they see the fox, too!
Congratulations on your chapbook news. Please let me know when it's out. Ax

d. moll, l.ac. said...

Somehow I am expecting a part two on this one :~)

Coastcard said...

What a vivid (if tense) picture, CGP. I particularly like your use of sound, too - the repetition of the 'f'/'w' sounds in lines 1 and 3.

Michelle Johnson said...

a sly poem Crafty. i'm sure that fox was waiting for the right moment. have a great night.

BlueJayEye said...

i too am on my feet for the sly fox...:)

gel said...

Foxes (and wrens) live in our backyard woods. Your poem lets us wonder what will happen next.

Julie said...

Beautiful! As always, I love the story you paint with few words. I love the sounds of the words, too. And what a gorgeous place.

fourwindshaiga said...

That is nature, for sure. I wish we had wrens here. We do have a lot of foxes, though.

Thomma Lyn said...

Nice haiku! I love both wrens and foxes.