I yawn

In the early morn.

A bark

Pierces the dark.

The carpet is warm

Against my bare

Feet. While out there

The fox’s word

Is heard

Ere I sleep.

7 thoughts on “Foxes

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      I’m so pleased you enjoyed my poem, Lorraine. It is indeed an eerie sound, particularly when heard in the depths of night. Best wishes. Kevin


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