Winter sunset blue and cold,
bathe stubbled field in hues of gold;
in brambled wash hide foxes bright
to catch what can in fading light.
Lives full lived at Village edge
in burrowed hole and tangled sedge;
filled with drama dark and fair,
of children born, of family care.
Where food for least is food for great,
no waiting fox will hesitate
to strike an evening meal to gain –
and take it’s place within the chain.
January 2020
WandeRoseD 