Wednesday, 6 October 2010

The Final Poem for the Bus last Monday.

Well thank you for all your comments, I deliberated which version of my poem to put on. I have decided - thanks to reading you all - that really a lot of it is best left unsaid to the imagination. Short and sweet seems to be the order of the day. I shall certainly never forget the sight. Here is the poem:-

Young fox,
sleek, slender,
cocksure -
you streak
over the wall.
No slinking,
lurking in
impenetrable places
til darkness lends you
anonymity.

12 comments:

jeanette from everton terrace said...

It is quite lovely. I am happy to have read the feral line in one of the drafts but I see your point here and it's great. Perhaps you'll see him again someday.

Heather said...

Pared down but still beautiful Pat.

Derrick said...

I'm sad to see the demise of the fiery coat!

steven said...

weaver i saw young and old foxes this summer on my trip to prince edward island but the one i will hold dearest in my remembering was on a bicycle ride just north of here. an older fox who ran out onto the road not thrity feet in front of me, smilled and then washed into the brush to the side of the ride. like water. steven

Cloudia said...

Cool!





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Gwei Mui said...

Hmmm very apt for the subject - you could be talking about our latest Urban fox and family.

George said...

Spare and beautiful, Pat, almost like a haiku.

ChrisJ said...

Sometimes less IS more.

ArtPropelled said...

Pat I love this poem. I could see the fox so clearly in my mind. The Autumn walk in your latest post was also most enjoyable.

Rachel Fox said...

I miss the sparkling of your first poem! Some of the joy has gone. I think.
x

Poet in Residence said...

You see how it is better when you sayhe is cocksure after you've let us get to know him. Yes, I like it.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Looks like you've mastered the rules of your latest post before you posted them! Nice one Pat!