Fox by name 🦊☘️
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My grandmother was a Fox
before she married
Red bushy hair and a bristling nature
Sharp of tongue and lacking in patience
But Oh how soft her heart.
Telling stories as we walked the boreen roads
her arms crooked behind her back
whistling a tune as I skipped along side her
The smell of turf in my nostrils
the rushy grass at my feet.
I saw three foxes today on my travels
On different parts of the road
The first felt nice but normal
The second a pleasant surprise
The third was definitely a message
as it looked me straight in the eyes
Áine McGarry 🌞
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