Cubbing by Di Coffey

The vixen crouches.

Do her fear-filled eyes

remember yesterday

..

when hunters,

intent on blood,

dug her young

from their earth,

tossed them to dogs?

..

She’ll follow instinct,

mate in winter’s depths.

A male will answer

her fecund scream;

more cubs, more “sport”

for next autumn.

..

So we join The League,

go on demos

and sabotage,

and sabotage

and sabotage.

…

..

Di Coffey’s poems have been widely published online and in print.

Her debut collection – a poetry pamphlet in aid of multiple sclerosis – is available from: www.thetugboatmansdaughter.co.uk