Fox Of The Wild Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Fox Of The Wild



Fox of the wild that bayed
the night
and in the dawn
early dawn
in the direction of the city-town
sped restless and hungry

were you not sated?
night did not provide
prey or not enough?

desperation makes the fox
run inside the city-town:
the wild is left behind him
but for convenience only -
the raw shines in his eyes

Saturday, March 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: wildlife
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