An Ode to Foxybiddy

(The Urban Vixen)


In red fur coat, on dainty feet
From dusk to dawn,
From street to street.
With silent steps and shifty eyes
She moves beneath the starry skies.
She pauses whilst a car goes by;
Almost as if to deny
Her presence .....
As she walks on by.

In red fur coat, on dainty feet
Her cunning eyes peer down the street,
Where, suddenly
A tall dark man
Tumbles from a slowing van,
Then staggering in drunken state,
Fumbles to get through the gate.
Stumbling down the garden steps
He drops his bag of fish and chips.
Too drunk to notice ....
Too tired to care .....
He goes inside and leaves it there.

In red fur coat, on dainty feet,
She shuffles slyly down the street
Her pride defeated by her needs,
With several hungry mouths to feed.
A piercing cry of sheer delight ...
This lady's luck is in tonight.
A pot of gold, a midnight feast,
To share amongst her hungry beasts.

In red fur coat, on dainty feet
She hurries back along the street.
With takeaway between her jaws,
Past peeping curtains ......
Opening doors....
Midst  screeching brakes and dazzling lights,
She races swiftly through the night,
To vanish midst the trees and shrubs
To feed her pack of hungry cubs!


                                                       Lynne Newton