Totally crashed out
and basking in the sun,
Reynard relaxes beneath
its golden smile and grins;
his snout become a mirror.
A fox has taken to lying at the end of our garden. Yesterday he was so relaxed I was worried for a moment until his snout twitched.
(21.05.25)
© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Dušan veverkolog on Unsplash
Like a languid river, the golden fox lay
outstretched and bronzed under the winter sun.
Sheltered by the fence, she took the time
to rest from foraging for food. Carefree,
she seemed to be unaware of me watching her,
only the occasional twitching of her black-
tipped ears indicated otherwise.
In this lazy moment her life appeared
idyllic. I reached round for my camera,
to see if I could capture a piece for myself,
but as I did she softly slipped away.
I spent my lunch today watching a fox enjoy a half moment of peace and quiet, secure under the sun’s rays in our garden.
(30.01.25)
© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Dušan veverkolog on Unsplash
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.
(08.02.22)
© Ben Quant 2022
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