Fox

about a fox

ready to bite

a doormat with

a wide grin of silver teeth

and a back with a thousand turns

and jumps;a face full of hair and eyes

like a hanging Jesus

reading the forest`s floor,

like the tiny handwriting in a girl`s

secret diary,a scrivener,tired

as a folded-leather bat then

snappy with a trapper`s sleight,

tearing like bread

under a rain of feathers

the inside of a hen;

he prays and eats to love...

then after the kill,

a leash under green shadows

in the half glass of dawn

the black fence of pine;

the shocked hole of silence.

Reviews

[Rahul]

Nicely penned, words're powerful. keep on...

[carol burgess romance]

reading the forest floor like the tiny handwriting in a girl's secret diary....love this image....enjoyed your veiw of a fox...excellent write

[Coyote Song]

A very impressive write. I enjoyed reading this unique poem. Outstanding imagery in this.

[Pete Langley]

Again you produce such new views of a common event with a stark atmosphere of inevitability, as the carnivore sates his hunger. I love "..in the half glass of dawn...the shocked hole of silence." Superb. P.

[Holly Mason]

so that is where my Aunt's hen went ...this fox was in the New England area
a hanging Jesus - enjoyable image
reading the forest's floor- really thought your lines with this were great
thank you for sharing

[s y e]

I loved the wording and imgery on this one, Les. Really good write.

~ Noodle