The Foxes Gathered!

The foxes gathered in the garden of a town house

that once was open farmland.

Their habitats swallowed up in man’s progress

having to adjust to the change.

Becoming accustomed to the humans presence

their appetites becoming immense!


Noticeably their aggression was rapidly accelerating

their lust for flesh uncontrolled!

No longer timid prepared to move in for the kill

humans now the main source of food!

Scavenging for left over food a thing long passed

a dooms day future cast!


The threat of rabies had now reached our shores

and contamination in the soil!

Making the once these small creatures grow big

the threatened cull never happened.

Because of the do-gooder who’d saved the beast

now humans their favourite feast!


With daily patrols of government armed soldiers

didn’t quell the growing fears!

Suddenly the foxes gathered in ever larger skulks

never had it been seen before!

They were not known to normally hunt in packs

surging down country tracks!


Like swarms of locusts they came into built up areas

the in place defences held.

Only a few were injured two savaged beyond help

many foxes were slaughtered!

Yet they regrouped preparing to attack once more

now becoming an entrenched war!


Authorities realised they’d under estimated the beast

was it too late to save mankind?


The Foureyed Poet.


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The sun shines its golden light and heat

down on a polluted sad landscape.

Why humans seem unable to see

this world is dying all around their feet.

Trees  by natures winds bending their shape

blowing around the earth uninhibited free.

Nature reserves and precious countryside

disappears as more and more buildings appear.

Roads manifest scaring more areas that remain

the urban crawl moves on less places to hide

As boundary lines are becoming unclear.

noise and traffic fumes gain pace how insane.

Towns within towns villages absorbed as well

no mercy for natural green open spaces.

Countryside and animals blend into the sprawl

scavenging from the humans disposable hell

Covertly hardly ever leaving any trace

adapting and caught up in our almighty fall.


I can remember fifty years ago. More green fields less road traffic and fewer people. No home computers or mobile phones.  Villages where villages and town were towns and nice roads in between.


The Foureyed Poet.

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