Category Archives: foxes

Trapped

How many wild foxes Fall foul to these snares These cruel torture chambers Badgers and Hares Other wild creatures no doubt Fight for breath And so very slowly Die an agonising death Under the branches In bracken somewhere They lie … Continue reading

Mistaken identity

Its mistaken identity Your honour Thats his excuse And we hear The judge summing up Spoke of his firearm But sadly for me Its too clear Eyesight And mindfulness Clearly this clown Needed both And didnt have either And down … Continue reading

The pet killer still at large

Are we no closer to catching This creep Who dismembers the animals Whilst we are asleep Leaving their bodily parts At our door His frenzy and fury We dare not ignore Theres an absence of sanity If you ask me … Continue reading

Harvesting

These murdering scumbag industries Are good at choosing words Harvesting for murdering Culling all undeterred They sink to depths beyond the pale And torture and alas Create in markets in Shengcun A vile darkly morass The lowest of the low … Continue reading

Baiting stations in Russia

I remember my mother She did love us so Two little cubs She watched us grow Showed us the ropes Built up our hopes Nurtured us till It was her time to go The existence of man In Russia where … Continue reading

Lamping

What makes people want to go and shoot wild animals at night Using lamping thats a rifle with a big bright light Normally 3 people go a driver spotter shooter who Having permission from the land owner then do what … Continue reading

Fox

why are foxes victims A wild soul of the field A vixen and three little cubs A family he must build All the pressure on him To hunt and find the food And with hunters out there Chasing His fate … Continue reading

Hunters of foxes beware

We have an air of decency against each killing spree Of roguish rotten hunters whose place in history Is to be vile and scornful Chasing a wee soul Across the English countryside Out of all control Taking hounds left hungry … Continue reading

Leaving rollrights 5/11 driving back to berkhamsted

Before the full moon came to be The darkness was intense The unilluminated roads Really made no sense Turning into the little lane To meet the Oxford road I realised the stygian gloom Was not in the highway code Driving … Continue reading

The National should we trust

Narrowly defeated Thats the news today Blood sports get the final laugh The fox won’t get away The haughtiness and arrogance The flagrancy abroad The toffs dress up Their schooners brim Though few can now afford The hunt, the real … Continue reading