Poetry: City Fox

City Fox

The fox is sniffing the ground
Moving through the leaves
Walking silent with no sound
Sifting slow below the trees

City fox all bright and good
Hunting for his tea
He comes straight toward me
Where I’m stood
Beside the bench
Beside the tree

I hold tight my breath and dare not stir
I stay in shadow out of sight
Not wanting to scare him or affright
To make him flee
dash off, take flight
And scarper

He doesn’t know I’m here
He’s stealing by
Then stops so near
But does not see me yet
When I catch his eye
Our eyes are met!

Away he flees
To the fence
Beyond the trees.

Lesley Scoble

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