Inspired by Bass’s limericks this morning I thought I’d write a poem. It’s called The Fox . Enjoy (or laugh out loud 😂). Either way I hope you’ll be entertained!
I saw a fox yesterday
Right outside of my house.
Well, half a fox: emaciated and limping. Neither bright nor bushy tailed. He glanced at me momentarily before sloping off into the churchyard to meet death quietly, as had countless souls of the parish.
‘Poor thing’. I consider offering a bowl of milk, but then recognise that this creature is beyond repair, and recall, what the bastard did to my children’s rabbit.
I try to hate him, but his sad and despairing expression lays siege to my eyes and heart. (Both - which I freely admit - have become accustomed and dismissive of the suffering of people in far off lands)
I too am diseased and am dying, slowly. Mr Fox can sense this. We’re bonding
Get a grip man: he’s classed as ‘vermin’ and his species’ empathy’ will be discounted when in a day or so, his siblings - evidently lacking his spiritual insights - pull diseased meat off his corpse!
But foxy and I are in the power of something irreversible and unyielding. Neither my education nor his notorious slyness seem to count for much now.
I slope off into the house with bread, milk, pomegranate seeds and a GP’s prescription. He limps off, ignorant that he’s meant to be sly..