From last spring's scribble book: of the late March sun, in my shadow a fox's lair... but for the moment.
warmth
seeps into their den
the kits
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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I can just see the kits, yawning and stretching in some pale Spring sunshine. Gorgeous, D!
Well, here's another on that speaks just to me! I love the warmth and contentment of my place of safety!!
March has an amazing amount of heat from the sun. I can picture your poem scene so well.
An appealing image, Magyar...
You mean baby foxes aren't called "foxlets?"
I have many neighbors who see fox. Now, I live in suburbia, a long established suburbia but wildlife seems to be encroaching on us, I guess as a hand-me-down from encroaching on their habitats further out. I didn't pour a glass of wine for the owl - I've heard they are strictly tee-totalers. Thanks for stopping by and leaving me your words.
lovely
john
and is there anything warmer than the heat of spring's progeny
wonderful in its simplicity
the warmth of belonging; Happy Spring
much love...
and soon they'll emerge into the world, how lovely!
__I'm always so happy to have your visits and comments, my friends!
__Emma... I expect we are all sure you've "aced" your studies! Bravo, and welcome! _m
Would love to see a fox - we don't have them in this particular area - no doubt the coyote has chased away.
Such a warm likable image Magyar.
love your Haiku.
An excellent congratulations for an excellent subject and an excellent blog !!!
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