The Fashionable Fox Who Fancied The Fall


The Fashionable Fox,
He fancied the Fall
For he loved the new outfits
For short beasts and tall.


Sweaters for squirrels

And boots for the bear

Everyone had something

Exciting to wear!


Bonnets for bunnies

And hats for the hares

Come rain, wind or sunshine

All were prepared!


But wait just a minute

Who have we missed?

Mr Fashionable Fox

Is not on his list!


He was thinking of others

And not of himself

And so his new outfit

Waits still on the shelf.


Come on, say bunnies

Quick quick say hares

We must find Foxy

Something foxy to wear!


With Autumnal yellows

And rich chocolate browns

The Fashionable Fox

Will be the best dressed in town.


Add orange and ochre

And russety reds

We’ll finish his outfit

With a hat for his head!


The Fox was delighted

And danced with great glee

He hugged all his new friends

Then had them for tea.

Art by Stella


Poem – The Glorious Colours of Death

The Glorious Colours of Death

Are Autumn’s Two-Edged Gift

At once Bless-ed and Bereft

As Nature’s Seasons Shift

With Winter’s Icy Kiss

Mere Weeks’ Breath Hiss Away

These Colours of such Bliss

I Celebrate this Day.


Pupils WIDE Open


Pupils W-I-D-E Open

The Caterpillar cried, “It’s the End of the World!”

The Butterfly sighed, “It’s the Beginning!”

The Caterpillar spat, “You’re mad and deranged!”

The Butterfly said then, “Just kidding!”

For when the student is ready,

The Master will appear.

But until that time arrives

You’d better not be clear!


Talk in parables and rhymes

In riddles and in stories

Or you’re words will be judged as crimes

Begetting hate, not glory.

Best to keep one’s mouth shut

In the presence of the ‘deaf’

For only when their ears are opened

Can you bring them life, not death.

Never force feed the satiated

Their glass not half but full

For they will rend you in an instant

Declaring you, “The Fool!”

You can tell when they are ready

By a twinkle in their eye

Only then, can you share reality

The Truth, and not their Lie.

Oh, half the World’s in darkness

The other in The Light

But which half’s which is tricky

Not clear as Day and Night.

I know those souls who are waiting

They’re often drawn to me

Their pupils anticipating

The words that set them free.

Seeking Revelation?

Then read behind my lines.

For hidden betwixt the syllables

Your lesson you will find.

But if you’re yet happy with your life

There’s no need to seek a pearl

Just soldier on until you twig

It’s the Ending of Your World!