Vexed Vixen…
She kept to the very edges of the garden, eyes
Lit white by the night camera's infra-red light
And she scouted, hunched and hesitant,
Wary, anxious, restrained and clearly unsure.
She skirted the damp outline of the lawn, her eyes
Glaring, watchful and somehow contrite
As she lurked and mooched, her gait vibrant,
Yet constrained, yet tempted by food’s persistent lure…
Slinking around the perimeter of the garden lawn,
Lean torso low upon tight hind legs primed for retreat,
She nibbled at odd morsels scattered about, yet
Seemed vexed when near the feeding dish and anxious.
Riddled with fear, she skulked about, forlorn
And worried and jittered upon nervous feet,
Until the garden theatre posed an imminent threat
And she slipped away guiltily, her manner fractious…
Pete Ray
25th March 2024…
Not as regular a visitor as the male fox, which has become familiar with its surroundings, the female’s behaviour continues to be wary and vexed…
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