Understanding A Fox

Here is a poem I am working on. It is not finished yet. But thought I would share. It is based loosly on a childrens book called "The Old Country"


Yes I once was a fox
Wiry red coat with black for my sox
Stared in the eyes of the wily old beast
Transformed to the timid my body he leased

Chicks were stole, so off did I chase
To kill the fox, from this world to erase
Trailed him and hunted till body was worn
Found him sitting, waiting looking forlorn

Warned was I from tales of the old
A child takes no heed to all she is told
The wizened old woman said never to stare
In the Golden green eyes with star-bursting flare

Stalking up to this dog at the watch
Bow at the ready string in the notch
Before I release I hear a small voice
Confused, getting closer, bow still at the hoist

He spoke softly to me, convinced me to view
In his eyes I saw rabbits, fur wet with the dew
Lust for the flesh ran through my mind
Chasing and catching the meat I did find

Looking back at me was a girl with an arrow
Familiar she was, her eyes squinting narrow
The voice of the fox she produced raspy
Seeing now, I was the fox, and the fox was me

Girl says, to be a fox is splendid, I'm sure you'll agree
But people are cruel, so you must see
Sought you for me, now I will seek thee
If ever my house you come near to be

Lazy mans poem

Calling a paragraph a poem
Just ‘cause you use strange words
Is lazy as a stone garden gnome
Left lying, faded, in the woods

At the very least make a story
A picture to be observed
Something interesting, not boring
Maybe throw us a curve

How ‘bout a story on a frog
With a ring round its neck
Or what about a razorback hog
That fell asleep on the deck

Humor, sorrow, love, or hate
Draws them in for thinking
All good topics you leave for bait
Tears may be held back blinking

To walk away with faces puzzled
Should not be end all
To be rehearsed and not be muzzled
Is surely a poets call

Positive Thinking

I’m gonna try to be positive
Not so hard my angel whispers
Count your blessings one by one
1, 2, 3, 4 there are quite a few
Now count the blessings that
Don’t start all warm and fuzzy
Like the breakup that lead to you
Or smallish paychecks that come
When for some, they never do.
Life is good but has its downs
Like the crap I stepped in.
That was not fun.
Oh wait, trying to be positive
It’s harder than I thought.

Circular Logic

No idea what you’re saying
Fuzzy, fuzzy, fuzzy words
Spin, spin, spin, my head
Loud, loud, loud smack
Circle, circle, circle back
Repeat, repeat, repeat the point
Point, point, point at me
Blah, blah, blah I hear
Anger, anger, anger seen
Smile, smile, smile smirked
Point has been made
No idea what you said

Light in the night

Floating in darkness, wait for the flutter
Searching the night looking for supper
Distracted by a glow so blue white
I’m drawn without even beating my wing
So close do I get, enough yet to see
Those who’ve come before lying below
It’s funny that the light can gather
All those of different breed
Resistance not considered,
Desire to see the brightness closely
Try as I may the fence does block,
Must find a way, a way that’s unlocked
Over and under bouncing against
Finally seeing a gap that will fit
Mouth dry, eyes blinded besides
Tight fit, but I’m through,
Closer still to blessed revelation
To touch it just once is all that I needed

Nice stop motion video