Fox

The destruction of life
A peculiar trait
A kind of blood shedding
A ritual bait
The pain and discomfort
A harrowing fate

Who stands in the forest
A crossbow in tow
Waiting
Expecting
A wild fox to show
With evil intent
As the vixen makes headway
The arrow is sent

Winging its way
To the neck of a soul
A guttural coarseness
A loss of control
A shriek
So embattled
Music to the ear
Of a vile psychopath
Who senses the fear

But the fox is engaged
In the great family role
She must run
The discord
What has been done
The cry of the wind
The force of the blow
The adrenaline rush
And she had to go

And run she did run
Her brush in the air
Caught in the bushes
The arrow aware
Of the danger
The pain
The frightening feel
The stress of her loss
On her mind was so real

These hunter types
Trying out a vile bolt
In the back of their mind
What was the result
Did it go through the scruff
Were the organs on fire
The fox it was hit
Its condition was dire

Let me try if I can
To imagine the brain
Of a cold hearted killer
Whose almost insane
He lives in the village
He knows where to go
He know that we know where he lives
He’s on show

But nobody knows him
Not who he really is
That he is the killer
He feels that fizz
In his heart
In his mind
He is so on a roll
Killing the wildlife
Out for a stroll