Fox
FoxA golden morning.She walked alonga Mans path;brown eyes, dark jaws ready.Something movedon the path.The red streak struck;.teeth snapped shut;mouth clogged with feathers and flesh,eyes bright...
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But she will only able to rest a short while - a mother's work is never done. Suzanne
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I can only second what Suzanne has said -- a mother's work is never done! you've captured the scene wonderfully, davie ... very nicely done!To see what we have never seen, to be what we have never...
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I like this poem, Davie! You created a blur when the fox leapt. I especially enjoyed your opening lines:Quote:A golden morning.She walked alonga Mans path Thespianna
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Thank you kazoom, and Beth, and thespianna. I actually caught sight of a fox walking along a private path with a bird in its mouth, and this triggered the poem (for better or for worse!).Of course, I...
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A familiar sight in this part of the world...and yes, a moment to pause and savour the moment...before hunger strikes again...vivid images here... Every new beginning comes fromsome other beginnings...
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.............EEEK! ...ummm.......good read...very very vivid!!.... ..*walks off checking her feathers*Raven
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soulsease, raven, Saxon and Ben - many thanks for your kind words; much appreciated.Davie
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