The Obsessively, Compulsively, Disorderly Fox…
There was a tentative, nonchalant ignorance
Where the white egg was concerned,
Almost as if it wasn’t really there.
And whilst snaffling up the scraps of chicken it discerned,
The fox almost seemed to be unaware
Of the protruding, fragile shell, previously spurned.
Then, its natural scavenging countenance
Became somewhat timid and obsessive,
Hesitating in a manner compulsive
A number of times, nearly taking the egg into its expressive
Jaws: a disorder, a behaviour obscurely possessive…
Pete Ray
5th February 2024…
The fox finally took the egg between its jaws and took it away to eat, or perhaps hide from the night camera’s range…
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