Frank E Gibbard Posted February 20, 2013 Share Posted February 20, 2013 A bit of nature in the urban the creature wild and yet in its manner urbane. Lord of this manor once hunted now unwanted by many in my town. We meet padding down a quiet street. Me after pub, he after grub. Foxy eyes my Kentucky box, no way buddy! But if he's lucky there are other meats. A week's worth of locals' leftovers beckon I reckoned, my interloper trotted to where the bin bag repast rotted. We parted, both man and beast to eat our respective midnight feasts. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted February 21, 2013 Share Posted February 21, 2013 Funny, this! Me after pub, he after grub. Second reading I found slant-rhyme, alliteration, and homonyms. Inventive, this. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted February 21, 2013 Share Posted February 21, 2013 A genuine joy Frank! Always good to see what your fecund mind will produce. Loved it;-0 DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted February 21, 2013 Share Posted February 21, 2013 There's a residual reluctance about shooting foxes in Britain, thanks to the traditions of the hunt ... which gormless city people think is cruel. They shoot them wholesale on the Continent. Foxes in Britain (and Ireland) still have a sporting chance. And they are supremely intelligent creatures. Tell that to chicken breeders! I saw a fox take a straying chicken in the field next to my aunt's house in Co. Clare and it was done with panache and economy in about 5 seconds. Screen One: chicken clucking in open field. Screen Two: flash of ginger brown. Screen Three: fox disappears over stone wall with chicken in mouth. The cunning fecker, says the aunt. Indeed! Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted February 21, 2013 Share Posted February 21, 2013 Nicely topical and well presented. Prompted perhaps by last weeks publicized attack.. where a fox entered someone's home and bit fingers off a small baby in a cot. It seems to have raised the question of foxes (and fox-hunting) all over again... brings back images of Oscar Wilde's famous quote "The unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted February 21, 2013 Share Posted February 21, 2013 Poor dear old Oscar whose body apparently exploded in his final sickness. I wonder if they went after him because he was homosexual or because he came of an Irish background in a hot and dangerous time, shortly after the decline and fall of Parnell. Both, probably. I visited his grave in the Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris. There were fresh flowers. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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