The foxman

The flush of the sunset
Foxman his coat
A ruddy bloom
A scarlet note
Standing out in the forest
Red ochre red lead
A rouge painted hero
Whose appearance just led
His showy veneer
Pyrotechnics
His energy you could feel
When he went out to play
Just any day
Everything about him was real

He cut a wonderful shadow
In moonlight a Wondrous display
For me a young vixen
To couple with him
It really gave life a new way
Forward the forest the masses of trees
The litter the fungi
All of it it did please
When the cubs came along
They were obviously proud
Of their dad quite a man
You could see in a crowd
Well defined features
And crystal clear eyes
A glaring stare
And a wonderful size

Foxes are cunning
So humans say
But Red by comparison
He found a way
His rationality
It was all there
And as for a Rabbit
He was well aware
And quite the scholar
In so many ways
He loved the cubs
It wasnt a phase
He took Them out learning
The ropes how to be
Successful at hunting
And they’d have to See

A wild inventiveness
He was the one
Quickly asleep
When the day was done
An early bird riser
Ready to go
Ready to hunt
With his true crimson glow
And tasting the air
And hearing the notes
The yelping of hounds
Those collective throats
barking their heads off
When they were in cry
Knowing to run and to look to the sky

Take them away from the earth
Make them chase
Just be creative
And raise the pace
Get them through tangles
Double back make
Them think in a wink
For all of our sake