060109072312-00 by Fay Slimm

Wild Hearts.

Crouching alone and always alert,
left to fend for themselves fox cubs
know well how to wait, ferns skirting
the cave provide comfort when rubbed
with motherly scents, but how long
this time she is in returning.

Their eyes show a weariness, wrong
vibes fill the air and pulsate, learning
quickly that danger nears they shiver
and cautiously listen again.

We will not know their fate, but rivers
of spilt fox-blood instil fear, reigns
of terrorised hunting will ever
be bred into their psyche, when red
tails bristle at man-smell, wild hearts
wary tread, and dig deeper beds.

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ariellevymayer
that was really creative and beautiful! your writing is very inspiring. makes me want to try new directions with writing
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Nikunj
This is sooooo beautiful , touching , socially relevant and sensitive. Wild hearts if preserved well and nurtured may help us maintain an ecological balance that is so much needed ....
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Ernestine Northover
Indeed their survival bells ring continuously to keep them alive. Beautiful creatures that are so abused. Well written piece.
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yelena
Just beautiful, Fay:)
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Munia Khan
Another electrifying piece Fay !! With the truest vibration of passion here !! Love it so much and I love your answer to John.Such a witty mind you have !!!:-)
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carol
terrific fay you captured the moment so well
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wojja fink
Such mournful eyes, beautiful poem , many thanks .
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sridevi
This is a sensitive piece Fay !!!A call for the wild...out of the wild...yet it is so gentle..love,Sri.
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T A Ramesh
Nicely written about this animal as if I see on Discovery channel!
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Fay Slimm
No problem John - - I dont mind what you call me as long as you dont call me late for dinner ! ! !
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Susan Jarvis
A journey through the mind of the pursued - the viewpoint of the wonderful and wily fox penned with passion and poignance. :)
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Sandra Martyres
You do a wonderful job of bringing the jungle creatures instincts and intuition to life in this well crafted piece
 
Mark L. Berryann
The maternal instinct and the instinct to survive described nicely.
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Raj Arumugam
what a refreshing change of subject where everybody's so focused on ourselves - and you bring in the creatures of our earth and so lovingly and with such wonder...absolutely adore the poem and the very idea, Fay...Poets must speak for nature and its creatures and you've done that so well in this poem.
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RAJ NANDY
THE INBORN INTUTION AND MOTHER'S TRAINING AND CARE , MAKE THE WILD HEART TO SURVIVE AND TO DARE ! THANKS FOR SHARING ! - Raj
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