Foxes

My son sent me a link on an Irish wildlife photography he found in the papers.
He asked me to check out the gallery and thought I'd especially like the pictures of the red fox.
You can see for yourself a red fox's action caught on the lens.
Meanwhile here is a poem on Foxes I wrote:

FOXES

Foxes, furry, fast and red

Spend the daylight hours in bed,

But darkness is the foxes' call

And from their dens they start to crawl.

They stretch and yawn and scratch a lot

And hope this night they won't be shot

For foxes' furs are sought by men

So they are tense as they leave the den.

They sniff the air and taste the breeze

And if they hear a sound they freeze,

Then if the night presents no ill

They wander forth to seek their fill.

Rats and snails and mice and frogs

All taste good to these red dogs,

And nuts and fruit and berries too,

Things that they won't eat are few.

If they should find a sleeping bird

You may be sure, upon my word,

That bird will make a tasty treat

For foxes' love all poultry meat.

So keep your chickens well locked in

For they don't know that it's a sin,

They'll take their food from where they can

Owing nothing to the laws of man.

To see a fox flash through the wild

Should lift the heart of every child,

So spare a thought for this red dog

For dog spelt backwards won't spell frog..

~~Aidan Sharkey