Foxes Apr28 by Mark M. Redfearn what the foxes know in their fur and fangs and bones— feral purity Related Post navigation ← Planting Joy → 4 comments on “Foxes” Jen says: April 28, 2015 at 2:41 pm Yes — a great take on the prompt, Mark 🙂 Reply Suzanne says: April 29, 2015 at 3:43 am What a line – feral purity – it really captures that glint in a fox’s eye. Reply lynn__ says: April 29, 2015 at 8:58 pm Interesting perspective…pure wildness. Reply purplepeninportland says: April 30, 2015 at 8:38 pm I can see that fox. I like the direction of this poem. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.