A stag in the bag

It’s happening this morning
The sun shines from the sky
The miserable evil hunters
On their quad bikes do they lie
In wait for nervouse stags to feel
The evil of their ways
Chasing them around gods earth
On these summery days
Nature plays a significant part
The stags run for their life
Baying hounds doing the rounds
Creating untold strife
Murdering the weakest
Their intestines given to
The dogs this vile tradition
A nightmare coming true.