Playground…
It was stepping through long grasses,
It was lunging between bushes;
It was twisting, turning and tossing its head,
It was playing with sudden rushes.
It was chewing at random ground plants,
It was shaking off a large black fly;
It was play fighting with a sibling,
It was rolling about and falling awry.
It was aware, ears flicking, listening,
It was alert as it trampled around;
It was exploiting an unkempt garden
It was playing upon neglected ground…
Pete Ray
16th May 2024…
Watching a fox cub in a neighbour’s garden, 15th May 2024.
The house next door is currently for sale and of course the garden has been neglected…
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