Marking The Territory…
New Year’s Eve fireworks and explosions echoed around midnight
But a slinky fox was out and about regardless,
Sniffing at healthy morsels upon a sodden lawn
During the early hours…
A hurried leap onto a stone sundial and a retreat out of sight
Followed, until its morning return, fearless
In the glare of a night light, switched on at dawn,
Seven hundred hours…
It fed, it scurried across to plants on the extreme right,
Peed, tarried, its discomfort clear but then made a seamless
Exit, marking its territory again with scorn
For daylight’s hours…
Pete Ray
1st January 2024…
It was fortunate that I switched the garden night light on, for the fox reappeared and finished its interrupted feed.
I was able to film it for a few moments with my iPhone, through the double-glazing…
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