V is for Vixen
A female fox, I think
Moving in from the country
To the London suburbs
Fox-hunting was outlawed,
You know, giving all the
Red-fur, sure-footed
Creatures and creations
A chance for a shopping
Life, residing maybe in
Duplexes
Red herring, reality before
Fallacy, was used to train
Hounds in fox-hunting:
What if it’s a delicacy for
Foxes now (red herring,
Not the hound)?
Fallacy become fact in
Reparation
With foxes in chaise
Lounges, leaning back
Into beneficent afternoon
Sunshine, snacking on
Salty fish
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April 28, 2016 at 4:05 am
ooooh!!!! love the visuals you stated in this poem! 😀
April 28, 2016 at 8:09 pm
I’m happy that you do! I had heard about this problem in London–that since fox-hunting is no longer allowed in England, an increased population of foxes was encroaching into the London suburbs, looking for food and space. While it’s an issue that needs a good, considerate solution, part of me thinks that it’s about time the foxes got back something of their own–after all the years of being hunted. So we have foxes in condos!
April 29, 2016 at 3:11 am
HAHAHA! That is true! I think it’s pay back time!!!