Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“The early bird gets the worm, and the early fox gets the bird.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo
Wait until sweet morning dew
dries upon green velvet grass
delight in simple pleasures
a feather found, rich treasure
Saunter with stealth and grace
through mottled forest glen
leave no visible trace
of where you’re going
or where you’ve been
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse #125
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
A feather IS rich treasure, especially for baby foxes. He must feel proud to have made such a score. This reminds me of the time when I was gifted an eagle feather in a most amazing way.
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How lovely for you!
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I like to think that sweet baby fox just found the feather and not the bird!! I know, I know, nature has its pecking order, but I just like to think they could be friends!!
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Me too!
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Are you going all Zen Master on us, Linda? Eh, why not?!
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I love a found feather. Hope the little fox didn’t find the bird. 🙂
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Me too.
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Wise advice for any fox in this world. Beautiful Linda!
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Thank you!
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Little fox wandering with his treasure eh Linda… 🙂
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I sense mystery in your poem …. especially the last two lines. Very nice.
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Ah yes, that sly early fox. No trace.
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