Sunday, 26 December 2021

A Poem a Day (484): Red fox

  
Red fox
 
A sleek red fox sneaks between parked cars,
this hungry fox hides behind sleeping cars.
As people drive by he hides himself fast.
 
It’s cold out here where he lives and sleeps,
the temperature’s dropping as he sleeps,
shivers in the cold and the cold world weeps.
 
Tiny stars light the way for the moon’s crossing,
stars shed a crystal carpet for the moon’s crossing.
Black sky receives a dazzling, sparkling frosting.
 
A burnt orange hide slinks through the snow,
fiery red coat bobs right through the snow.
Fox sniffs the way ahead. He has far to go.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 26, 2021


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  1. laura.crean28 December 2021 at 08:32

    <3 <3 Love the rhythm and rhyme of this one, as well as the beautiful picture of the fox's life you paint. <3 <3

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    1. vickiejohnstone30 December 2021 at 19:28

      Thanks Laura. I was thinking about a little orange fox that I see wandering around locally. I hope you had a lovely Christmas :)

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