Thursday, 16 May 2024

PLAYGROUND: (my new poem about fox cubs in Solihull...)

 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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