How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Thank you guys I loved your poems too

Thats really well written, Gil

Such true words, Gil. Well spoken for a species that cannot speak for themselves.

A World for All

Life on Earth is just for not Man

Though at times we treat it like it is

We take more then we need because of greed

Then in our gluttony state we make so much waste

This planet is just one small place were over 8 million species live

Take one example a little fox, Kit Fox are one type of Foxes that you will see in the Southwest of the Country

These little guys love the grasslands and arid desert plains

Have lived a life just like man, a male Tod and a female Vixen

And their little pups, they can have up to seven.

But these little guys are endangered, their grasslands taken by man for homes and farms

Humans footsteps on mother Earth is big, we forget to share the space.

In our greed, we take, while other species pay

One by one they disappear from this Earth, never to be seeing again these lost species may be found in books, or in folk lore

But they no longer roam the Earth as before

There is one thing though God created an intricate biosphere of life

When these species die, their purpose goes unfilled and like dominoes standing in line, row by row, one flick and down they’ll go one by one they fall, knock down, there is no support to keep them standing their ground.

Someday humanity will find that what they blindly did for wealth, destroyed, what was worth living for

In the end all that was will no longer be, for what we did

We turn this Heaven, a Garden of Eden into Hell on Earth.

Guildford H Windley

March 21, 2018

Thank you, Samantha

Y'all done a wonderful job.

The warmth of the sun as a new day breathes,

Waiting for someone to rescue me.

All alone shards of grass for my bed,

My stomach growls. I need to be fed.

Thoughts chase as I fear this new journey I take,

I am a warrior I try not to cry, but my heart aches.

All alone. How did I come to be so sad and lonely?

A whimper a tear and I cry if only, if only.

If only I were not a fox but a regular dog,

Someone would pet me and say come along.

They would hold me and pet me and we would play,

But I cannot wish any longer for here I must stay.

I am so small in a world so big. How can I find food to eat?

Instinct tells me that I must hunt and find the thing called meat.

Tail between my legs I need to find shelter for hot will be the sun

When shadows of the evening come, maybe I will know what needs to be done.

With a soft, frightened whimper I hide beneath a pile of brush,

I close my eyes and pretend my mama whispers hush my boy, hush.

She is gone though. They trapped them all, I got away. I ran.

A loud yelp as I am pulled from the brush pile by the trapper man.

© Cynthia Clark

Red Fur

A glimpse of red fur in the night

bright flash of eyes can be seen

then a streak of white tipped tail

just shows where it has been

there`s silence in the suburbs

though they scurry all about

scrambling through the rubbish

searching for food with their snout

only seen in dim street lights

as they saunter on around

their pups following along

glad they`re not chased by hound

able to blend into the night

foxes are resilient

alert in an urban world

these creatures are brilliant!

I love both of these, very good Samantha and Robert

Wow Robert, that is so amazing. You didn't miss an inch of the picture....

Trembling as the voice of a vixen,

Unearthed this cub is on its own

The friendless death of its mother,

Blood on these blades of grass,

Thrown a shadow across its path,

Sweet small wounds that bled

For the spikes set in place to catch,

A feral soul free in the sunshine,

Chasing away those mouths of death

Snapping below the vixen's child

Rescued by the will o the wisp

Chasing away the shadows of the wild,

Lost in the forest, living on the its wits

Avoiding storms in the morning

In exile miles from the star-born

Walls of the sky reflected on its eye

Spinning out the webs of a legend,

Sweet small petals, love bleeds in an idyll -

Froth of honeysuckle, cuckoo-spit,

A heart of digitalis a vixen,

A flame spins across its flowers,

A constellation guiding its star home,

Eating his weight in summer's,

Wintering over under the snow

Crossing the undergroundstream

For a covert in the bulrushes,

In the shadow of the willows

Outfoxing the beads of hunter's,

Not sleeping with one-eye open,

Listening to the voice of its mother,

Following the scent of a trackless

Deadweight of winter, carrion,

It closes those lids in the trembling zone,

Finding the mask of the vizen

To give birth to a mother of fire,

Hiding in the forest a under the Polestar,

Somewhere in the outer darkness,

Fallen crow's whistling as a vixen's voice,

Maggot-pies hanging on wire,

Blown on the edge of the wind,

Roving over the fields, bled to the edge,

New born cubs for a father,

A whistling dog-fox of a gossiping wood

Leaving a footprint in the snow,

His whiskers aflame as his brush

Painting the stars in the breath, its life,

standing in the grass, a shadow of its past,

Elder, sloe, growing old, a broken

son or daughter, a dog-fox, oxlips

Gleaned by the farmer's in the hard times

a vixen's image digitalis of the gloves,

Trembling in the grass, protecting their families,

firebrand into an earth, the cubs

so many burning coals, frost-bound eyes,

lanthorns bourne across the wastes,

Betelgeuse strippling the winter trees,

A cooling earth, animals, famine, suffering,

Earth a place of safty - little foxes, little foxes

Even they have their holes.

I'm so little, sitting in the green forest I feel so scared,

I know we need food so when she left I was prepared

I sit here on the grass in fear,

wishing my mama were here

Waiting as my tummy growls,

Somewhere above me I hear the owls

I know mom is safe, she is smarter than the hound

she protects her young from starving, with what she found.

I distract myself, with a blade of grass,

the light is bright but its fading fast.

Mama is coming I hear her rustle,

I see her in the leaves bustle.

Alas she is back, and now we eat,

mama brought so much food it will be a treat

Now my tummy fills nice and full

Once again mom proved she rules.