I’ve not seen foxes here
in a decade.

Once our dingle
sprinkled with snowbells
and abundant whortleberry

could rear a vixen
and her cubs.

I think they’ve abandoned
this sanctuary, since plastic refuse
and shopping trolleys
defiled everything.

Last summer I brought
a big spade and cleared
the fern. I dug manfully

before the choked brook
gargled into life. This spring

I hope the foxes shall be back.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist