Ain’t got nowhere to rest my head.
Ain’t got nowhere to pause for bed.
What’s gonna happen? What’s ahead?
Jus’ chewing my tail on your lawn.
Chancing a quick vulpine yawn,
‘fore moving on, dusk to dawn.
Hear my screams, in dead of night.
Hear my screams, my howling fright.
I’m roamin’ now in broad daylight.
See, my den is dug and gone.
See, my pad’s no place for song.
Covered with tarmac – it’s all wrong.
Them green fields they’re getting small.
Them green trees no longer tall.
Where’s nature gonna live, is all…?
Linking to Muri’s Poetry Scavenger Hunt, ( https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/) Prompt No 6, to write a Blues Stanza. Another form I have not tried before. This was written after watching a large, greying fox in my neighbour’s garden, lying on the lawn in the middle of the afternoon. With more development in this area, and the removal of vegetation in gardens, (what is the obsession with removing hedges and trees in gardens – and don’t get me started on artificial grass!) the natural habitat of wildlife is constantly under threat.
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Marion this one is a stunner! I can just see the shrinking green space and the slow but steady destruction of habitat! Poor Mr. Fox – I hope he finds a place to call his home!!
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Thank you Val! Sadly, I think he’s gonna be a rover from now on ☹️.
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I like your poem. There are definitely reports of foxes in my suburban area.
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Thank you! Over the past few years I think they are becoming more and more of a common sight.
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