Alas poor fox
Tho fast enough
Risks be caught,
But due to hunger
Has need wander,
Yet ever deeper
Finds but danger,
Where soon fox
Suffers a trap,
Then sent in a box
To parade as a hat,
Or a fox coat done so,
Just to tease la Bardot!
ode to Brigitte Bardot…
I am a supporter of all ‘animal life protection’ wild and tamed,
as well as the privileged owner of two Maine Coon cats!
I am also presently under treatment for my black humour illness…
I am the crow
That was before,
Now made to go
For a last chore,
To find the place
Where I’m to lie,
As will old crows
When time to die,
The while remember
I am the crow,
Who with its caw
Be crow you saw,
Meant let you know
Hunger weren’t lore
Nor presence to ignore,
Tho now be just a crow
That is alas no more!
I see abandoned
Expressing empty
From ill fortune,
As despair stocks
To suffer grief
Upon the living
Life betrays,
Imposed on minds
In broken bodies
Of beings obscure,
Forced to endure
A life mundane…
Thus so ignored
Our lesser beings,
Excluded people
Inhabit shadows,
Yet reach in vain
To ease the strain,
Alas for naught
As they’ve no place
In this ruthless race,
Of abandoned humans
In a world inhuman!
Poetry on a canapé 