Fox at dawn - A poem by Alan Gane Each week, we'll be publishing more of our favourite poetry, articles and book reviews featured in previous editions of our membership magazine Conserving Lakeland. Follow the links to see them all. Sweet smells the morning air As cool deep draughts are drawn While yet the rolling mists To ghostlike fellsides cling. Each footstep falls upon The luscious turf and scatters o’er A thousand sparkling diamonds Of the glistening dew. And there, ears pricked, The watchful vixen lays Alert to slightest scent or sound While warming in the rising sun. Around her play her tiny cubs Which skip and scamper, jump and run Before descending for the day Within the tunnelled mound. By Alan Gane Each week, we'll be publishing more of our favourite poetry, articles and book reviews featured in previous editions of our membership magazine Conserving Lakeland. Follow the links to see them all. Manage Cookie Preferences