My Wily Visitor a triolet by Sue Akande

credit: Sue Akande

Sunning himself, I spied him through the glass,

What a shock to see this wily visitor on my lawn!

Sleek and reddish brown, sitting on my grass!

Sunning himself, I spied him through the glass.

The long snout, pointed ears, bold as brass!

No mistaking Mr Fox, that bright April morn.

Sunning himself, I spied him through the glass,

What a shock to see this wily visitor on my lawn!