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the fox spotted me;
as i rounded the corner
bags of groceries
jostling awkwardly
clutched in one fist
oblivious as i rummaged
the depths of my pocket
for the front door key
with the other

long before i spotted it;
that vulpine form
sleek and crafty
elusive yet stark
amongst these surroundings
more often heard
seldom seen
fleetingly at that

in the time that
it took me to recognise
this incursion
of the majesty of animal
upon the mundane of man
to stop and take notice
and give the underapreciated
the moment it deserved
to marvel as a child might
that cunning visitor had
already turned tail
determined and decided
it took its chosen course
without pause
Jessica May 31
I saw a fox just past the gate,
her eyes like dust, her breath like steam.
She didn't run, just watched me there,
half in the world, half in a dream.

Her coat was stitched with falling leaves,
the kind that never touch the ground.
I took a step, she took a breath,
then vanished without making a sound.

They say the wild won't wait for you,
it teaches fast, and leaves you slow.
But still I stand where foxes go-
too scared to chase,
too old not to.
I wrote this about my huge fear of growing up, though I feel like that may be a common occurrence in some of my poems.
Cadmus May 20
🦊

Even a fox
has heroic tales to tell
Epic chases, Narrow escapes,
Bravery under Moonlight.

But,
every victory
was won
against chicken.

🐓
A satirical reflection on how those who boast the loudest often choose the weakest opponents. It mocks false bravado and the way predators dress up their predation as valor.
Traveler Feb 25
I observe reality
Then I realize
My attention gets
Fragmented
Then
Paralyzed
From the implicit
Yet more then obvious
Genocide

World News
Stations
CNN
Clever Fox
Propaganda
Hides a lot
They back the burglars
Celebrate the thief’s
Manufacture consent
Without relief
Without regret
Same as MSNBC
Not a single moral left!
TT
A sly little fox on the loose
With his tricks and with foxy displays
He danced through the trees
In a playful breeze
The little sly fox
Always outsmarting his charade.
Sly Fox 🦊🦊
Zack Feb 7
This cold winter dawn
A cat runs across the road —
The fox follows suit
I hope that cat is ok
They yell at you

Avoided like a plague

But you never did anything wrong

  

Because they're blind

Like a deer in headlights

Oblivious to the inside

  

You're just a fox

That's all they see

And that, they can never look past

  

Your light that shines

Never given a chance

Never given a chance to prove yourself

  

B e c a u s e   y o u ' r e   j u s t   a   d i r t y   f o x
part of the writing challenge. I'm surprised i was able to come up with this metaphor actually haha
Maichy2004 Jan 13
White so pure,
it's cleanliness sure.

Now soaked with dread
and flecked with red.

Heat of me melts into puddle,
my mind will fade and words will muddle.

Steel in chest and searing pain,
my face feels droplets of the winter's rain.

Fur of fire-blackened and bloodied,
as I lay with vision muddied.

No one will come though they look in flocks,
for I am just a simple fox.
This poem is about a fox that died outside in the snow near my house made me sad so I wrote about it.

I like this poem but obviously, it could be better, I would love to hear what anyone thinks about it.
T R Wingfield Dec 2024
Prolly been letting the dark thoughts Win
A little too much lately.
Not like win but just...
- let in -
You know...
Like sometimes there's nothing you can do
About it.
Sometimes
it's all you can do
just to say to yourself

... Everything's gonna be okay

12/25/2024 9:57pm
Don't let the intrusive thoughts win. It's not so bad if you look closely.


First draft:
The world's gonna end soon anyway...  ..  .

Prolly been letting the dark thoughts Win
A little too much lately.
Not like win but just...
- let in -

... Everything's gonna be okay
Karma Oct 2024
Playing with rocks,
Digging in socks,
Playing with spades in the sand.

The metal is hot
When the fire green fox
Steps on and burns up your hand.
There’s a hole in your chest.
Did you do your best?
There’s no one to fill in your grave.

Your now lonely friend
Will die in the end;
The one friend that you couldn’t save
Will be found at the end of his cave.
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