This Old Fox

GON

 

A lifetime spent chasing hens

in and out of chicken pens

was almost enough to forget,

but this old fox hasn't just yet.

 

blue sky overhead golden fields

pain i didn't know i still feel

my flower's still waiting upon the moon

think i left it there too soon

 

. . .

 

Lost myself for a minute there.

This old fox can get lost in a stare.

Anyway, the sun is going down.

I'll go back to my chickens now.

 

  • Author: noah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2020 12:26
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    Good write Gon.



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