Category Archives: Fox Hunting

Bird and fox killers

Natural England Has that ring About it’s name That seems to bring A consciousness into the fore But the current death toll We ignore Nearly 600 foxes died And 800 crows on the other side Slaughtered sadly alive no more … Continue reading

Into the Rainbow Bridge so many were taken

The hedgerows hold the cover Where Wildness did exist So many victims quietly stolen from the mist Of time as earths were emptied By the prowling poacher man The National Park in Pembrokeshire Across the years did span Snares and … Continue reading

Peace and quiet of a country walk

The peace and quiet The solitude The existential need To share the undying spirit In the countryside and feed Off of the glorious naturalness That abounds in all our hearts The physical The tangible How the visionary imparts So much … Continue reading

The old gate (the edge of the moor below Cosdon Hill)

For me “NO HUNTING” Says it all A peaty path Where shadows fall Across Dartmoor A wooden gate A dry stone wall Whose crumbled state Gives passers by A chance maybe To stop and ponder And to see And feel … Continue reading

Shooters

To possess that innate perverse amorality To wake up knowing that you have that quality To kill and make a business of shooting Our wild creatures The fox the little warrior whose free To wander through the hedgerows into gardens … Continue reading

Wickedness

The wicked ways the slippery slope The iniquitous hanging from a rope The despicable criminality what is complete depravity The covetous the miscreants Humanity who sees the need To abuse their place in history And by so doing then succeed … Continue reading

The dead fox

It bappened in Kirk Smeaton IN North Yorkshire so we hear A hunt was going on A hunt for foxes drawing fear In every heart around the place SAbs were parked up they Then saw a crowd of people coming … Continue reading

Characterless scumbags

characterless scumbags Fox chasing knobs Pitiless scroungers Merciless bounders Risen in station Their new found salvation guilty as sin And transgression that Skin Over many margins For censured they be Shameful and blushing So obdurate thee Make no excuses For … Continue reading

Master and his horseman

Huge Meynell started it Fox hunting the fool It’s pertains to the upper crust The countryside to rule A pack of hungry hounds in tow A wizen fox away The unspeakable is happening In a wood somewhere today Despite the … Continue reading

Wild

The wilderness in Winter To realise it’s way Enduring and perpetual every single day Subsisting as so many do Within the confines there Where winter casts its shadows And causes some despair A canvas blank and snowy white With silhouettes … Continue reading