A look at wildlife in nature, through the eyes of a fox and his mate….
The Fox, and his Vixen….
In amongst a wooded dell,
where the sun has seldom peaked,
Covered trees and shady shrubs,
hides this pair, as soft they creep…
His coat is fine, and tawny brown,
his body lithe, his ‘brush’ held high.
His eyes are bright, and ears erect,
as they quietly, silently, slip on by…
His mate, his Vixen by his side,
is seldom very far apart…
His cubs now grown, she hunts with him…
with this fine Fox, she will not part.
And when inside their cosy den,
she wraps herself so close to him,
He nuzzles her as she cleans his coat,
together, as the light grows dim…
No Hunt will invade this wooded dell,
this pair will live out happily…
The fine tawny Fox, and his Vixen mate,
both young and wild, and in nature, free……
A well written poem Songbird, and I can see a lot of thought has gone into this one. I imagined this fox and his vixen walking through the woods together roaming wild and free enoying their life together. keep up the writing my friend….Richard 
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