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Vixen
From the hill
the hum of stars familiar
is pierced by shrieks
The dogs fret restless
and in the highest oak
crows shiver
clenching night with hungry beaks
Hush,
is that her majesty?
Draggle of breath steaming
down by the brook
four young cubs to feed
and lamb is good to eat
See how perfectly she moves
dainty run with tail a fly
but the cunning of her teeth
took two newborns this week
so we both know
she has to die
It's a steady step back
an artist admiring the scene
brush primed at the shoulder
with nature's meanest colour
waiting to etch in blood
The shock of lead
and she is frozen
white stare of a killer
caught on canvas
both barrels
seeping life into mud
And now she's away
hugging cracks in the sky
spirit painted across fields
back in the den
already suckling
before the dawn can peck out eyes
Published 6th Jun 2012
| Edited 2nd Apr 2016
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6th Jun 2012 12:21pm
I love how you've approached this topic. Such wonderful imagery and descriptives. It reminds me of Jack London's "Call of the Wild" a beautifully desolate story, completely unflinching in it's approach to life and death.
Peace, Indie
Peace, Indie
That was a very moving collage of images.
Such an easy fall to it, effortless.
The last verse was a transcending triumph(for you, for me but not the vixen).
Excellent poetry, abra.
Such an easy fall to it, effortless.
The last verse was a transcending triumph(for you, for me but not the vixen).
Excellent poetry, abra.
7th Jun 2012 10:11am
Why thank you both for your kind words,
Miss I & Mr A.
I believe all life is sacred - so there's a fascination for me about the mindset involved within the context of the poem.
In reality the farmer protecting his sheep probably would not bat an eye when despatching an errant fox.
But if it was city boy me holding the gun & having to pull the trigger I'd have to conjure up additional ways of thinking about the act to justify it even though I knew the fox was a killer, hence that last verse.
Really appreciate your feedback
~ Abra(Call of the Wild)Cadabra
Miss I & Mr A.
I believe all life is sacred - so there's a fascination for me about the mindset involved within the context of the poem.
In reality the farmer protecting his sheep probably would not bat an eye when despatching an errant fox.
But if it was city boy me holding the gun & having to pull the trigger I'd have to conjure up additional ways of thinking about the act to justify it even though I knew the fox was a killer, hence that last verse.
Really appreciate your feedback
~ Abra(Call of the Wild)Cadabra
