It's Only His Winter Tale

By forest_for_ever

Mon, 20 May 2019
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Only His Winter’s Tail

 

The baying hounds lust for blood

Tis the season to be fearful

Stomach empty, cubs to feed

It’s only his winter’s tale

 

Loved by few this farmer foe

Must seek his food at any price

But where in the countryside to go?

It’s only his winter’s tale

 

Brutal frosts, strength-sapping snow

The slim line fox has no place to go

So to the city brimming with waste

It’s only his winter’s tale

 

This once feared terror of the dales

Scavenges for unwanted scraps

Bins-laden he finds a scrappy morsel

It’s only his winter’s tale

 

Man’s greasy sludge

Must fill his hunger

His once proud coat hangs on his bones

It is his winter’s tail

Certificate U
Poem
Is it me or is the world grumpy?
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A poingnant poem that gives food for thought on the plight of the fox.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

As we take over more of the countryside, more and more animals are forced to scavenge in towns.  Foxes can be very successful, but it's far from an ideal environment for them.  A thoughtful and sympathetic poem.  

I love the way this IP has been firing your imagination, forest!