Scrumping blackberries
from my neighbour's bush
overhanging our garden.
She has moved on,
the house is empty,
shame to waste them!

January Joy 10

How joyful it is to see
new buds swelling
on my neighbour’s Magnolia tree.


On the apex of my neighbour’s roof
a pigeon sits unmoving,
surveying the garden like a gargoyle.

Winter Begins

Winter begins and yet
on my neighbour’s Magnolia
the first signs of velvet-coated buds
promising Spring will follow.

Black Fox

Black Fox

Picture courtesy of Google Images

I did not see the black fox
trot across our field into the copse,
put up a riot of rooks and steal their prey,
carry it out to devour in the light of day,
but from his bedroom window
our neighbour did, and told the tale.

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This stone is a bit of a cheat as I didn’t see it and have never seen a black fox. Research tells me that black foxes are extremely rare in the UK, though less so I believe in the USA (where I think this photo was taken). Our no-longer-young neighbour lives in a cottage overlooking our field and has been a countryman all his life so I have no reason to doubt the truth of what he says he saw. The black fox is in fact a red fox going through a phase where its colouring is particularly dark. This is occasionally seen on growing cubs before the fox develops its dark chestnut coat. A few, however, remain black due to a rare genetic flaw. In the past in this country their pelts were much sought after causing the genetic strain to become even more rare.


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