Last Cry of the Fox

By skinner_jennifer

Thu, 28 Jan 2016
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14 comments
 

Came from the backwoods unable to back-pedal,

no retreating to a world once known...whimpers

for her infants as only the moon hears their cold cries,

she's drawn into the night illuminated by street lights,

 

Brindled Fox scratches as pointed bristles catch a breeze,

circling like twirling ballerinas neath a canopy of stars,

suddenly! Twitching nerves have got the best of her;

as cats cry like babies...sounding ready for a scrap.

 

In a fleeting chance moment; I just happened to glimpse

Fox gaze with pointed nose at that Silver lady up high,

resplendent in her grandeur that full moon in the sky...

she hears the yips and drawn out howls of the Vixen's cry,

 

overcome with frailty as countless vehicles flash by,

once seemed an adept soul both clever though shy;

now fractious with age...forgot a fraternity once strong,

leaning shoulder to shoulder taking care of business not alone,

 

life for her is running out...one last adventure she embarks on,

tired of struggling – days are numbered no dawn will come...

she won't be tied down ruled by none; no more places to roam,

her last cry for her babies; breathless with age her young now alone.

Certificate PG
Poem
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Comments

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

What an interesting story poem. Is it based on watching the foxes in town? You have such sympathy for them.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

just noticed that I put Wolf in the title, so I was glad you actually realised I meant Fox.

Thank you for your observation of those poor town foxes, they seem to be drawn in to towns by scraps of food they can find, trouble is they loose their ability to hunt properly, it's such a shame.

Any way thank you again for reading and leaving a comment, always appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

What an interesting first line, Jenny.

Life must be very different for the town -welling foxes, now. I wonder how their age expectation varies, but I suppose there are different things in both habitats that can be dangers, but one feels the traffic must presumably be much more of a danger in the towns - and how nutitious is their diet??! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by maisie on

I'm confused as you seem to be 'fitting it in' with all the details you've come across.  Its interesting stuff though, and i enjoyed it.  The end is sadly a little trite.  I wish you'd been a little less morbid as to her chances...

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks for your imput on my poem Rhiannon, you have got it in a nutshell about being run over and also there nutritional eating which I'm sure is just scraps. We had some foxes that used to roam our gardens for the past six years, but just lately I haven't seen them or heard them which I find sad, I just hope they're okay and have gone back to the wild.

I appreciate the read and thank you for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi maisie,

firstly can I say thank you for reading this poem. I'm so sorry if the ending upset you, it really wasn't my intention, I know it's a morbid ending, but it is just a poem.

Many thanks for reading and letting me know your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Jenny - I was truly captivated by this. One of your best...unfortunately, if you get my drift. Sensitively, and skilfully put.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

You really captured the atmosphere with the sounds of the night, and the struggle. I love foxes, too, and enjoyed reading this story. 

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

that's so kind of you to say it's one of my best. I'm very grateful to you for reading and taking the time to tell me your thoughts.

Many thanks.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Bee,

I agree foxes are such beautiful creatures, they always make me smile when I see them. A couple of years ago, we had two in our garden, they were just laying on our grass basking in the sun, it was so amazing to watch.

Thank you for taking the time to read and glad you enjoyed.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Pat G on

"Breathless with age" - humans and foxes and cats, in the city, "unable to back-pedal" - all heading for their last cry. Poetry.

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks for reading Pat and for the comment, means a lot.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Jenny,

This is good, Jenny. I enjoyed reading it, shows fine descriptive powers!

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Hilary,

it's good to hear from you again and I hope you are well.

What a nice comment and I'm glad you found it descriptive. Appreciate the read so much and many thanks for letting me know.

Jenny. smiley