we see foxes all the time. In fact, they are a nuisance; digging up the garden and rooting through rubbish! However, they are beautiful creatures. One of my fondest memories were, investigating a yelping noise from outside. I rushed outside, only to find my large cat playing with some fox cubs. So cute!
The trouble is, usually a wild animal such as a fox would be shy, but as we build over increasing acres of woodland, they are forced to get used to human activity.
As for your poem, the imagery is striking, as is the desperate retreat seen by a fox who seldom sees a human.
Personally I may of attempted to switch the course of events, to make the last line more of a visual shock:
as a branch snapped he
bolted just before my eyes
glimpsed his flaming tail
Our cat would be terrified by the very prospect of foxes, cubs or no! We rarely see foxes here, only up at a field near our house or at our Grandpa's house. It's awful that foxes have been forced from their natural habitats. Thank you! And I like how you've flipped the scenario :)
How could I miss any kind of poem on foxes?! Love when you post forms here, and this certainly made me smile. My sister adores foxes and follows news/updates from this rescue (SaveAFox) here in the United States that takes in foxes from fur farms or from breeders. They have a lot of videos on Youtube too, Finnegan the Fox is kind of a celebrity haha.
My only suggestion, that sort of aligns with Mr. Darcy's comment, is maybe being a bit more daring with the title, or having fun with it and playing around with ideas to go beyond "foxes", and having it be a clever tie in to the content. The title works fine though, as the haiku gives me that feeling of having a perfect moment in nature, although fleeting.
Haha, I love foxes as well! Taking in foxes I've always though Is a wonderful thing to do. I agree entirely. It was a prompt I was given to write a poem about by my brother, and I decided basically just to stick to the prompt, haha. Thank you for your lovely comment!
This is great but you should make almost a sentence before going down a line like instead of flaming red tails, and... mabey Flaming hot red tails... Otherwise this is a great and neat poem. I like it.