Poetry

Showing posts with label fox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fox. Show all posts

Saturday, 20 September 2025

Fox trot

 The fox shot out of the entrance

And he sprang across the road

His wily wild head, lolling tonge hanging red

And a grin of his face saying overload


He grinned the laughing grin of a joker,

But crazy intelligence of a poker

Player from the barn, who takes chickens

By the yarn, tells of the wild dreams

Of a yoker


He cuts clean like a suit

Fires his brazen canons in salute

To the Sassy salty sea

Wearing orange sash of the bear

God-like as hesperides or Loki


A fallen angel star, picked up in a bar

Propped up by a whisky sour

The head of folded hair

The face of livid care

The wild wily fox crossed over

Friday, 1 December 2023

Red fox

 I saw a red fox, just

chillin' on the hillin

He looked so happy

like Just after a killin,

killin' a chicken


Skulking away

Like he was making hay

But he was in the field

In December not the month of May


I saw a red fox just a chillin' on the hill

and I saw a brown box

just millin in the mill


Nobody asked the cockerel

If he was crowing for the sun

Nobody even noticed

The day was nearly done