Foxes

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's avatarK 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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