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.
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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.
K Morris - Poet 
Lovely description of early morning.
Thank you, Vivienne.
I’ve never heard a fox bark–or if I have, I didn’t know it was a fox.
There are lots of foxes in and around Upper Norwood and Crystal Palace. It is a very eerie sound, particularly when it is dark. There is a fox barking here on Youtube, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIR8RtI9kaw. Thanks for commenting, Liz.
You’re welcome, Kevin. We have foxes around here, but I haven’t heard the bark. You’re right. It’s an eerie sound.
Lovely poem Kevin. Just listened to YouTube what an eerie sound
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