Tod Fox alone in the snow,
Leaving dimple prints of paw
a deft sweep of brush
scatters frost grist.
Yap-yap-yap ... yap-yap-yap ... yap-yap-yap,
staccato calling sounds lost and seeking
miles of empty night ahead.
Wandering, lonely, a vulpine stranger,
in a winter-locked land
in search of love
and dinner..... .
Pungent scent overwhelms the freezing midnight,
a tuft of red fur caught on wire
and squawking fowls in a raided coop.
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CITEȘTI
WOOD POETRY
PoezieA collection of poetry inspired by a life in an English wood. Meet the animals and birds. Experience the seasons. Enjoy the sunshine, the rain, the mist and the snow.
