Let’s remember that fox

Let’s remember that fox
2020
It’s family no doubt
In the warmth of the earth
Out perhaps hoping for a Yuletide dinner
To share with his family
And a spot of mirth
A hunt though was out there
Clad in their finery
Wanting to hunt
Wanting to try
Everyone happy
Parading with joyousness
After a fox
Wanting it to die

Well it happened the chase
The inglorious spectacle
Horses were ridden with gusto
And strain
The fox was ahead
Dusting through thistles
Scraping his poor feet
Heart thumping like lead

They caught up with him
Sunk in the earth where he scarpered
Digging and scaling
To try and get away
To get back to his family
His blood vessels pumping
Hoping for fortune
On that fateful day

The Mobsters surrounded
The hooves Loud and clouty
Voices engaged in laughter and shout
Suddenly he was picked up by a hunter
And thrown to the hounds
If you had any doubt

Trail hunting hubris temper and rollicking
Fangs at the ready
Fox innards delight
Last thought was his vixen
Saddened and sorry
As his body was ruined
By many a bite

He expired in great agony
Gnashing and bashing
The hunters were into him
Really no chance
His innards torn out
And painfully eaten
Beaten was he without one more glance

Boxing Day hunting
With spirited hunts people
All around England
Port soaked noses red
Breeches stuffed full
Of turkeys and mallards
And now a wee fox
Yes he was dead

Hunting with hounds
Is illegal in England
But cops turn a blind eye to festivity
Chasing wild animals through
Frosty thickets
Is what life’s about
It’s what gentle folk do.