In the woods
and in the hollows
horse backed riders
hounds a foaming
who are these fiends
who break the Law
who run the gauntlet
in the raw
tally ho
the scuffle muckers
taking on the Saboteurs
men and women
wild life carers
breathing hard
and changing courses
always on their guard
the fox is off
across the green strip
into the woods
over the stile
skirting around another churchyard
down a country lane
a while
clippity clop the riders follow
the bovver boys
expletives rich
land rovers parked up
blocking gateways
back up the hill around the ditch
the fox is safe
the hounds are crazy
the hunters angry
at what we’ve achieved
in the pub later that day
the worthless mobsters
Feel aggrieved.