Poem 85 – Reynard

He came under the hedge
Dissolving then resolving
Into our winter garden
His black tipped snout came first
Emerging from the leaves
Held high in arrogance
As if to say its mine

Approaching nose held high
A russet red coat follows
Like others wearing furs
It further reinforces
His proud appearance, standing
Like Hollywood heroes
Above us mere mortals

This attitude adorned
He struts around the grass
Then job done he departs
Another property
Perhaps awaits his pleasure
A second or third home
From his portfolio

After yesterday’s black dog, another canine! Today a fox treating our garden as his caught my attention.

© Ben Quant 2022

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