Monday, 27 May 2013

FOX CUB...

Cub
The eyes keen,
Pelt brisk in breezy sunlight,
Brush thickening, lush;
Frame lithe, growing
And it leaned across weaker sibling,
A neck rife for nibbling,
Then, proud, it turned,
Ears keen,
Gaze black,
Yet bright...


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