Monday, 25 March 2024

VEXED VIXEN: my new poem about a fox in the back garden...

 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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