Foxy

How secretive he has to be
With hunters on his trail
not scientific thoughtful types
But murderers who fail
To understand the countryside
And the ways of old folk lore
They are unabashed an arrogant
and like him, a carnivoreWho ride their merry steeds leaping
fence and ditches
Tally Ho clothed in red
with rather tight grey britches
To be hunted by a pack of hungry hounds
and the Hunter breed
Is to know what it is like to be so wild
and still succeedUp against a wild elusive shadow
The Hunters with their soft hands and soft heads
It takes a lot of luck to catch old Foxy
Unless of course your dreaming in your beds
His earth is under exposed oak, he comes and goes
A detour here and detour there and a sensitive old nose
The Master lives in that old house up there on the hill
And drinks a fat old cognac when he has time to kill
The great sounds of the horses hooves
Clabbering down the lane
Put the fear of God and satan up the Fox, its plain
Whose ravenous, who needs to taste the gamey
long toed vole, sick of crunching beetles and slugs around the hole

Winters coming rapidly, Jack Frost is on the prowl
Its mid way through December and at night the winds do howl
Foxey hears the horses, Foxy smells the hounds
The earth is 1/2 a mile away up passed Morris Grounds.
Skirting through the forest down by his Oak lane, should he break his cover
and if he does will he gain
Get to sink into his earth and
feel the vixens breath
Or will he feel the rabid hounds
And await, instant death
He heard his young heart beating
Loudly like a drum
And so did break his cover
His muzzle it felt numb
An un earthing eggs this morning
The Gulls were good and sweet
So He now must summon all his power
For of course he has to beat
Out across the lane he goes
in to the forest dark
Under the stile, across the field
Around, by the park
Up the ridge to Sandford
The Hounds are on his scent
Yapping like a band of banshee’s
And to the oaks he went
And down into the earth
away from Hunting hordes
Down deep in the darkness
No reason to cross swords
Down beside his vixen
To cuddle up and sleep
He could hear the hounds
a yapping
But was very very deep