Crepuscularity

It’s Dawn and dusk
When foxes in the wintry months
Will leave
their earths
To forage
Crepuscularity
It does achieve

Bouts of
Inactivity
At other times
The safer zones
all the reason why
These so called HUNTS
Dotted about kill foxes
By and bye

In Wintery times it’s hard for all
The wild souls happen by
Cold nights perhaps thick snow around
In their earths
they lie
They look for cover
During the day
Developing thicker fur
Conserving their energy
And
Many will not stir

Foxes are around us
Gentle wily souls
Experienced Winter survivors
Expressing family roles
Imagine being out there
In the forest in the cold
Living on one’s wits
And remaining bold

With teams of avid wreckers
Constantly on the prowl
Packs of hounds a ready
As the wind does howl
Ready to rip your throat out
To spread the awful fear
Illegally they hunt you
Chase and torture
Year on year

I love the fox and his family
They have lived around for years
Frosts and cold and icy winds
A time when the friendly Deers
Are out there sharing forage
Hunkering down as well
Hoping to find some supper
Somewhere warm to dwell