Day 532 of the daily poems; today it is either late Spring or early Summer, but whichever it is, our poet Colin Pink observes a dancing fox in the garden, who may be considering courtship with a sexy vixen …
Urban fox
He Foxtrots through the garden; his extravagant
brush a virile Fandango. Is he looking to Tango
with a sexy vixen or planning a Pasodoble lunge
at a unsuspecting mouse? He circles the house
lets out an Apache yelp of frustration and lust,
begins a backward Waltz with the rubbish bag.
Colin Pink