Cubbing or hunting fox cubs

August September and October
Three months of the year
When the evil of fox hunting
Begin to again appear
Hounds do not hunt foxes
Genetically. For they
Need to be trained actually
Kind of shown the way

Going after fox cubs
On horseback and fox hounds
Kind of going hunting
For me it’s out of bounds
Encouraging one breed
To chase another and
Cajoling them in certain ways
For me, to understand

This form of ghastly torture
Of its unnaturalness abroad
A relentless motivation
A kind of sick reward
Amounting to excitation
A temptress in a way
It’s a manipulation
A challenge one might say

Inciting changing feeling
Corrupting in a way
The senses, it’s a brainwashing
A causation one might say
Sordid nasty evil men
The Hunt their rationale
To change canine perceptions
Which for me is just banal

So teaching hounds to chase
A foe that really isn’t seen
Not by dogs not naturally
But by hunters the more mean
Chasing cubs an easier ploy
The inexperienced soul
Getting the taste of baby blood
And building the control

The hunts go in the mornings
And evenings then you see
They get some true encouragement
Induced depressingly
autumn Hunting Hound exercise
All names of the field
12 weeks contemplation
By November, will surely yield

Sport hounds on the rampage
Bloodied so to say
Despite it being against the law
These hoodlums are away
Clad in their regalia
Port often drunk dry
Clad in leather jodhpurs
Many of them high

Supposedly these countrymen
Landowners as such
Many of them well to do
But grossly out of touch
With Nature with the forests
With the countryside around
They are a bunch of a holes
In blood and guts they are drowned