Jo, a poem

Had a little visitor to the garden last night, aiding me hunting slugs and snails hell-bent on scoffing all the seedlings I'd planted out that day.

Called it Jo, after Eve's cuddly #hedgehog and wrote a little #poem about it.

Vixen - poem

                  

                                         

I smell dog. 
I smell cat. 
I eat meat.

Look left, look, right, listens hard
See movement, 
I disappears.

Jump up on wall, shy not sly
I still too bright in the half-light,
Need to feed, cubs to feed.

I see bag, slinks along wall to bag
Look left, look right, listens hard,
Jump down - I make no noise.

I nose bag, sniff stinking food, beautiful food,
I rip bag, find chicken bone!
I get chicken bone, feast for us.

Jump up on wall, slinks small as spider
I am rusty shadow, furry dream,
MAN. MAN SEES ME.

Jump down to ditch, run with chicken bone
I hear voice say 'Lovely fox! Come back, Fox!'
That mean me; I am lovely fox.

Run past wall with dog-smell. Dog smell me
I hear stinking dog say 'Ruff, ruff!'
That mean me; I am ruff, ruff.

Heart beats too loud, hear it all way home
I slinks down small, closes eyes,
I disappears.