“Rich red” and “GingerTan”

it was a bright Autumnal morning

out across the woods

the sunbeams leapt into the spirit

lots of  riding hoods

had gathered with their  hairy hounds

foxy for their pie

peering through the thorny  hedges

my heart began to fly

back to the waving fields of corn

where first I met my Flame

a vixen she was gorgeous

she very soon became

the mother of my two fine cubs

“rich red” and “ginger tan”

who both loved eating   voles

but soon learned to hate man

especially the hunting types

who rode their horses hard

forcing them through brambles

where the man race had been barred

up through spikey tussocks

where only foxes go

down passed noahs overgrown pond

where the wondrous Alders  grow

around the Oak to Leeward

of the maidens  house at Stow

then  hack down up the bridle path

and double back to see

if i can shake these horrid hounds

now coming after me

my heart sounds like a tom tom drum

my eyes seem  set to pop

I’ve got to just keep going

i can’t afford  to stop

Clouds of really rotten breath

enveloped me  for  they

were getting closer as i was slowing

they wanted to catch me

tear me limb from limb the bastards

make mince meat out if me

whipping hard their  horses

on their violent spree.

thankfully it hit the earth

i was home at last

through the tunnels deeper down

My die thank god was cast

out of there and into the secret hole where we

lived down through the hillock

in the hollow of a tree.