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Fox Cub by Connaire Kensit

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Online - 15 June 2020

Fox Cub by Connaire Kensit


Fox Cub


I saw this young fox in the garden

Right by the French windows, it stood

Ignoring my human eyes, three feet away,

Part-hid by my stack of spare wood.

So was it enjoying the sunshine?   

It seemed to have no plans to move.

If it stayed still there observing the scene

Would its chances for hunting improve?

By the tree at the back of the garden

A movement attracted its eye.  

It was time that it got up to forage,

For a fox without food will soon die.

It sauntered away from the window

Quite slowly, and not on four paws.

It held up its left front leg injured;

I have no way of knowing the cause.

And that was the last time I saw it.

Perhaps it fell prey to a crow

Or a dog or a cat or a weasel.

I wish there were some way to know.    


Connaire Kensit, born 1940, is a retired lecturer in linguistic science.  He has translated into English verse poems from various languages, as well as writing his own, one of which is printed here.  He lives in Putney and is convenor of Putney Verse Workshop, a group founded in 2010.


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