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Anne said: This would make a wonderful illustration for The Thought-Fox by Ted Hughes: I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve a movement, that now And again now, and now, and now Sets neat prints into the snow Between trees, and warily a lame Shadow lags by stump and in hollow Of a body that is bold to come Across clearings, an eye, A widening deepening greenness, Brilliantly, concentratedly, Coming about its own business Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed. Loading... December 13, 2023 Reply
nonsmokingladybug said: That’s a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing Loading... December 13, 2023 Reply
Nancy Homlitas said: This is either a very furry fox or a very plump fox-gorgeous nonetheless. Loading... December 13, 2023 Reply
nonsmokingladybug said: I think they can fluff up the fur when its cold but I am not sure. Loading... December 14, 2023 Reply
nonsmokingladybug said: Nope, our dog Vader is my spirit animal. He sighs like me and I swear he can roll his eyes 🙂 Loading... December 14, 2023 Reply
nonsmokingladybug said: I see them frequently, but not all post that nicely. Loading... December 13, 2023 Reply
Love this!
Great
Thank you.
He’s such a handsome fellow!
and he knows it
Sweetness!
This would make a wonderful illustration for The Thought-Fox by Ted Hughes:
I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.
Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:
Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now
Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business
Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
That’s a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing
This is either a very furry fox or a very plump fox-gorgeous nonetheless.
I think they can fluff up the fur when its cold but I am not sure.
Spirit animal!
Nope, our dog Vader is my spirit animal. He sighs like me and I swear he can roll his eyes 🙂
🤍🤍
I love seeing foxes.
I see them frequently, but not all post that nicely.
Great photo
Thank you
You’re welcome
Lovely
well hello there beauty! what a great pic!
Thank you, Lisa.