Long after the bedtime of the bees,
Where thick green moss hangs from trees,
And as the orange moon falls,
In the night, a young vixen calls,
Her belly is empty but her den full,
Nothing to eat, no sheep with wool,
A fateful mouse -
Life ended in a pounce,
A sliver of terror ran through its heart,
Final few seconds lived out in the dark,
A mere mouthful of fluff and bones,
Found amongst the forest stones,
A flash of ginger and white,
And the vixen vanishes into the night.
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@sara_lou @sjw @crowncottage - thank you girlies, sorry about the mouse. We have been looking for wild boar but ended up watching a little vixen hunting. Great stuff, but yeh, poor mouse - hardly worth eating! 💚💚💚
@naaviie we all have to die, sooner that way, quick and clean. I can think of a few mice who would have been happier with the fox than a cat! 😉
Great write! I caught a fox in my headlights the other day on the way to work. It had a young rabbit in its mouth - sad in a way but a privilege to see nature at work. 👀🐰🐺
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