Hunting the Fox

Unrefined and vulgar

as tactless as can be

the unladylike and ungentlemanly like

whose risibility

can be seen as clownish

abnormal anyway

dressed up and on horseback

On any given day

spreading fear and hopelessness

among the wild souls who

go about their lives each day

Doing what they do

up against these  hunters

with anguish in their soul

an unconcern for Nature

an indifference of their role

Truthfully  just uninvolved

with the wildness and those who

live and raise their families

as animals  tend to do.

those who have entitlement

inverted snobbery

haughty lofty swollen headed

know it alls,  who be

self important swagger bunnies

Who love  formality

dressed to kill

And kill they will

the fox and family

they disrespect our Natural World

in every single way

their irreverence is obvious

their humourless display

detached from all things wonderful

Blind to deaf to  dead to

the rapture and the sorcery

possessive penny pinching oik’s

who answer to the bourgeoisie

yes they can whip their horses

and kick their horses too

they can watch hounds tear apart

a vixen good and true

some act like titled ladies

in a big house somewhere

who will break somebody else’s fence

Causing them despair

when the hunt is in

full swing

we are the great unwashed

we are known as saboteurs

we police the hunter types

and watch what occurs

The chasing down of wild life

the digging out and more

trail hunting more excuses

Really to wage war

on the fox and family

Training hounds to chase and kill

Groups of other  animals

Their precious blood  to spill

narcissists most of them

pretentious pompous twits

just looking at them in their  jodhpur’s

they clearly are misfits

its to do with pageant

Fino  by the glass

all those coloured cherries

everyones an arse

some are on  the council

Possibly MP’s

land owners and farmers

charging rakish fees

You will  not find many vegans

hunting that is true

rare steaks in the saloon bar

and foie gras

there’s the clue.

they sleep on down

And wear the furs

Daggers drawn  they be

calling us  the animals lovers

Real adversary.

wrathfulness and impatience