Fox News

Early this morning
Brer Fox invaded my garden
Stretched and scratched himself

And the lawn – poor dry scorched earth

Brer Fox thinks he owns the garden
Maybe it’s the pond
Assorted little frogs, toads
And slugs in the damp patches

My finger on the window trigger
Fox looked slyly half my way
Scattered with family left and right
Disappeared for the rest of the day

But whatever Brer Terrapin,
Brer Blair, Brer Bush, Brer God
Believe Brer Fox will be back tomorrow