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To An Injured Fox Cub

(with thanks to my friend Michael Coy)

To An Injured Fox Cub

[FONT=&amp]Today I found you cornered, drenched in cold,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]your fur coat nothing but a newborn's down,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]a tiny ball unfolding while I hold[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]you shivering. Your lacerations frown[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
and at a distance, I can see the why
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]of your abandonment, the birds of prey.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]I’ve saved you, but you’re causing me to cry:[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]serrated weapons, Nature’s passion-play,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
as blood-attracted sharks, still circling, wait:
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]I sense the breath-starved fright that made you flee,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]those teeth, those claws, you were their blameless bait.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]You can’t yet comprehend that you are free.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
I see the wounds, some healed, some raw and new,
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]they're deep, beyond the matted fur and skin.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Four little paws, so tender, sprawled askew,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]I seem to feel that you and I are kin.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
You mark each move. Mistrustful eyes, so green,
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]incapable of rest, stir to suggest[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]you'll try to bite if I will try to clean[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]the bloodclots, so I hug you to my chest.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
You flinch to feel my cuddle. Have I planned
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]some fiendish way to torture you anew?[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]The tiny space your wretched life has spanned[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]has taught you only suffering is your due.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
Careful now, I’ll wrap you in a cloth,
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]and whisper words you cannot comprehend.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Oh tiny one, you're no more than a moth![/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]It’s alright now. You’ve come across a friend.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
Your warmth is blossoming against my breast.
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]I want to teach you gentleness and calm.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]There’s nothing here to threaten you: so rest,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]you’re safe now from anxiety and harm.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
I'll guard you through the night until you sleep,
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]until the chesty wheezing eases up.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]This is protectiveness, it's seated deep:[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]I’ll always help a vulnerable pup.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]
Your heart is racing hard against my hand,
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]awaiting pain, as wizened captives do.[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]Believe me, Little One, I understand,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]for I have been a broken prisoner, too.[/FONT]

Comments

This stanza was one of my favorites:

[FONT=&quot]
I see the wounds, some healed, some raw and new,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]they're deep, beyond the matted fur and skin.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Four little paws, so tender, sprawled askew,[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]I seem to feel that you and I are kin.

.[/FONT]
 
sas;bt10585 said:
This stanza was one of my favorites:

I see the wounds, some healed, some raw and new,
they're deep, beyond the matted fur and skin.
Four little paws, so tender, sprawled askew,
I seem to feel that you and I are kin.

Thanks sas, this was written over a long period of time, with blood sweat and tears, and the help of a dear friend :)
 
The depth of your poetry never ceases to amaze me, Darren. This is a wonderful piece...
 
Darren

You might try to cut the prose out of the poem to make it more poetic sounding. Just some quick thoughts here in the first two stanzas, but it could be done all the way through the poem to make it more direct sounding and show the interrelationship between rescuer and victim. I think it will make it stand out more.

To An Injured Fox Cub

[FONT=&amp]I found you cornered, drenched in cold,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]your fur coat, a newborn's down,[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]a tiny ball unfolding. I hold[/FONT][FONT=&amp] you
shivering. Your lacerations frown
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]
in distance, I can see
[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp] your
abandonment, the birds of prey.
[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]I’ve saved you, causing me to cry:[/FONT]
[FONT=&amp]serrated weapons, Nature’s passion-play[/FONT]
 
Such a well written poem. I have no critique but agree with RHPeat. I read and marvel as you continuously evolve through your work. Very much enjoyed this. Best, Wesley
 
RHPeat;bt10618 said:
Darren

You might try to cut the prose out of the poem to make it more poetic sounding. Just some quick thoughts here in the first two stanzas, but it could be done all the way through the poem to make it more direct sounding and show the interrelationship between rescuer and victim. I think it will make it stand out more.

I like what you did there, Ron,
And I will give it a try. I might even give up on the rhyme and that rigid form, I have been thinking about that for a while.
Less prose, more music, and still retaining cadence.
This poem will never be really finished, it is worth working with your suggestions. Thank you.
 
Space Cadet;bt10621 said:
Such a well written poem. I have no critique but agree with RHPeat. I read and marvel as you continuously evolve through your work. Very much enjoyed this. Best, Wesley

Thanks Wes :)
 

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