the farmer and the fox
the farmer and the fox
the farmer and the fox
“when do you sleep, fox?”
the farmer yawns through a smile,
“you’re up at all hours,
and you rarely seem tired.”
“Never!” the fox l-o-ls her reply
“life is short,
lists are long,
I don’t have the time!”
the farmer works hard
the chores never end
but he loves what he does
and his life’s a godsend
the fox is a vixen,
which may partly explain,
why she plays as she writes
in the sun and the rain
the farmer is staid
in selfies and pictures,
his humour is quirky,
he’s guided by scriptures
he is big, he is strong,
his hands are like hams,
his chief joy in life
is being one with the land
the vixen in contrast
is small, quick and nimble,
her knowledge of farming
could be fit in a thimble
she’s wild and unleashed,
a rebel tenacious
when the farmer describes her,
he says “she’s vivacious”
the vixen lives solo
in a den by the wood
the farmer has family
and all of that’s good
why they met in this life
to them is a mystery,
which may be resolved
in some future history
one thing is certain
it wasn’t by chance
nor is their purpose
confined to romance
their connection is deep
it runs like a river
through gorges and plains
when the moon’s but a sliver
is it young? is it ancient?
the truth’s hard to reckon
as two hearts heed a call
while the universe beckons
© 2019 Susan Macaulay . I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.
