FOX
sad ignoble fox
comes a - scavenging
silent as a thistle blown
nuzzles the bins, their humpty backs
for smorgasbord and bone
thus with brisk and skulking eye
seeks out our surplus
cast off on a tide
this wild and weary fox trips out
may starve may thrive
where death may hide.
raypool
Tue 10th Jan 2017 19:35
Really so nice to get the sort of praise that inspires me to continually strive to please and pass on my thoughts to the likes of you in your own poetic practises. Colin: I think you have a point about the analogy , certainly an issue which deserves attention to say the least. I'm glad you transcribed some of the qualities of our fox to the less fortunate.
Lots of foxes get run over -always worth keeping an eye out for, my wife's aunt always puts chicken out for them!
Thanks for liking this Paul. Incidentally I know you have been uplifted by comments on the site and have been drawn in to the creative pot which is evident to me through channelling your skills . A give and take situation !
Stu, lovely you're back with your worthy thoughts and putting your own stuff on too - you do me credit, sir.
Just to let you all know, following Colin's poem in a similar vein( and after your suggestion thanks) i'm reposting In the Valleys . I hope it might appeal !
Aythankgyow.
Ray