Vulpes vulpes The Fox

There are so many woodlands
Around about
Mysterious places
Without a doubt
Quietly magical
Where phantoms stride
With amber eyes
They quietly hide

They wander with an unhurried ease
Oft live alone
A natural tease
Their eyes are cat like
Their claws retract
They pounce when hunting
Which is a fact
A brush their tail
Soft and full
It’s used for balance
And is warm like wool

At problem solving its very good
It remembers things
That it feels it should
Remembers the faces
Of beings who cared
And who were unkind
And might have shared
An emotional stare
Or being aware
As parents theres harmony
Inside the earth
Each does their thing
Both giving worth

It’s all about smell
And the senses of life
Scent glands collect
Safety and strife
Their field of vision
Remarkably good
Good in low light
And they glow
When in sight

Foxes are omnivores
They are methodical
They eat where they live
What they’ve always eaten
Rabbits and earth
worms
Berries and fungi
Close to humanity
Learning when bins are collected
That parity
They are very versatile
Their thinking is vast
Crepuscular hunting
Their magic they cast

They can jump
Over obstacles and
Run real fast
30 mph
Being chased
It’s a blast
Princes of camouflage
That’s who they be
Clever and patient
Throughout history

Foxes enjoy play
They collect balls and shoes
They love trampolining
Intelligent views
They seem to find joy
Quite like cats and play
In the morning sunshine
As a start to their day
They can swim like dogs do it
Endearing they be
Pairing up they do well
Having a family
Solitary hunters
And mated pairs
Fidelity in foxes
Both sexes shares
Raising the cubs
Good cooperation
Reynard and vixen
And a goodly location

Subjected to cruelty
By huntsman and hunts
Evil depressives
Their countryside stunts
Abusing wild foxes
With packs of starved hounds
Historical implants
Kind of doing the rounds

Unimaginative creeps
Excuse ridden clowns
Land owners, gentry
Ride through our towns
Lack understanding
Cruelty rules
They chase and the Harry
And break all the rules

Impetuosity yes lots of that
A lack of judgement
Is where they are at
Murdering wildlife
Blind sided they
With no leg to stand on
They all drive their way
Over the countryside looking to chase
And kill our Dear Foxes
Which is a disgrace

They never once stopped
To consider the soul
The wild phantom four legged
And it’s real role
In creating a magical forested place
Where peaceful existence
Just slows down the pace
Where wildness is king
Where great groves of trees
And oxygenation improves.