The fox-hunt
Sneaking through the old park gates
intent on photographs she said
not cognisant of local pastimes
trouble lies ahead
Parks the car, her quarry sighted
mounts her flash, and fires away
but she's not the only flasher
working there that day
Cars draw up and park alongside
windows dancing up and down
seems there are a lot of randy
dog-foxes in this town.
Slowly comes the understanding
all she sees is not OK
starts the car, escape intending
she is now the prey...
©Rob King 2018
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