Predatory Serenity…
It must have been an adventurous night of foraging
For sustenance by the male fox, some of which I had provided
And he had ventured into a neighbour’s back yard, a wilderness
Since she was taken into care. Yet despite the likely spiteful presence
Of a fleshy, white, uncompromising pet cat, he curled into a neat,
Cozy, red-brown form, his dark ears flicking at every audible sound…
He raised his curious head occasionally with sharp eyes ranging,
Peering through yellow buttercups, shifting upon his shrubbery bed
And gazing between the mauve of campanula, seemingly unstressed.
A resting, serene, urban, sad-eyed predator in essence,
Resting amongst weeds and flattened plants, furled and discreet,
His nearly black forelegs tucked beneath him on the sun-baked ground…
Pete Ray
12th June 2024…
A lovely insight into a fox’s restful period in a neighbour’s rather unkempt back garden.
The resident evil white cat must have been aware of the fox’s presence and yet failed to appear through its flap.
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