Category Archives: foxes

The look of a fox hunter

Posted on January 13, 2025 by Rex Tyler

He has the look of a countryman The sneer it would appear Wants to chase the foxes And so heighten their fear Wants to do away with wildness A creative force where they were placed And surely graced Such torture … Continue reading →

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Encouraging children to kill animals

Posted on January 12, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Children trained in killing wildlife Often go on to be Hoodlums and destructive louts It’s not a certainty But aggression and hot tempers Seemingly surface and It’s best to love the animals And just try to understand

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Present day Fox

Posted on January 11, 2025 by Rex Tyler

That’s not how we think It’s how you think it be We live in an the earth And we love being free To roam yes to wander We don’t make a mess We live where we are put Who could … Continue reading →

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Fox chat and Richard Bowler

Posted on January 11, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Out on the snow the wind bites my ears I am lucky with Richard Who loves me, my fears Minimised really unlike the wild breed Who are still being hunted It’s not guaranteed Despite labours promises The hunts carry on … Continue reading →

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To consciously adapt to Winter

Posted on January 7, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Creative participation The godly creatures of the wild Living in the outside places Where the wind and water chases Snow and ice and darkness falling The Wintry it is their calling Some hibernate Some migrate adaptation Brumanation Diapause And even … Continue reading →

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Fox hunting with hounds still doing the rounds

Posted on January 6, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Despite true sanity What do we see Wild foxes Chased and murdered They be It’s against the law But the many turn away Some even support The killings 🦊

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Crepuscularity

Posted on January 6, 2025 by Rex Tyler

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 … Continue reading →

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Wild one

Posted on January 2, 2025 by Rex Tyler

A pensive little character Hoping that the wild Home that our god placed him in Will never be defiled Every soul created Has a genuine place And We all share independently What is the chosen space All fed as is … Continue reading →

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Hunters ought to be sectioned

Posted on December 31, 2024 by Rex Tyler

These so called posh hunters They think they can do Whatever they like It’s arrogance, through Everything everywhere White collar types People with top jobs With too many gripes Murdering wild life Ignorance rules In reality this lot are the … Continue reading →

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The mouse and the Fox

Posted on December 31, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A mouse and a fox We both did see Eyes closed Automatically They didn’t see the old year out Or the new year in What’s that about Of all the people in Potten End The mouse chose you As his … Continue reading →

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The fox and the coop

Posted on December 30, 2024 by Rex Tyler

You speak of a coop A prison where man Creates the innocent And his plan Is to steal their eggs Or sell their meat The fox you speak of Is not as discreet He is for his family Like you … Continue reading →

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A fox in a York street

Posted on December 30, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A sentinel of fortune A red fox on the street A caring sharing very daring Wild soul on his beat To think these so called hunters Encourage hounds to chase These beautiful loving wild souls With hounds Is a disgrace … Continue reading →

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Sadly no trial

Posted on December 30, 2024 by Rex Tyler

An inevitable consequence For what transpired Was my friend the fox Who I greatly admired Was murdered by alien creatures Alas Vile rotten humans From their ugly morass Killers on quad bikes Land owning and vile My friend is dead … Continue reading →

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Hunts need prison time

Posted on December 28, 2024 by Rex Tyler

It’s an x film of the magnitude Of horror in the extreme Posh toffs in their tight arse pants Seemingly a team Of layabout yobbo ignorants After our wild folk They ought to be given jail time 10 years and … Continue reading →

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Ban the hunts forever

Posted on December 26, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Banned from exhibiting Hunting regalia Would be wild life chasers That makes me feel Law breaking torturers Of course it makes sense Where families may see them How can that appeal Ban all this showmanship From the dark ages Wild … Continue reading →

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Traits of my wild friend

Posted on December 26, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Foxes climb trees Arboreal masters Up trunks and through branches Nothings too much Curiously cunning Very fast running Out in dark forests Always in touch With reality🦊

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Boxing Day Hunts

Posted on December 26, 2024 by Rex Tyler

They are out there a chasing Guts drooping with Turkey Let’s feel sorry for the horses Bearing up to their weight How many I wonder Gulped Port at their table And woke up this morning Hoping the fate of the … Continue reading →

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Getting to the root of the matter

Posted on December 20, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A most noble fox Stands proudly where he Was put at the top Of a little green tree Has it had its roots cut Possibly so Being at the top It will never grow A fox made of wood Isn’t … Continue reading →

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Aggression and connivance

Posted on December 17, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Blood sports What a confounded name An admittance of the awful pain That’s given out to victims who We’re born it seems to be hurt by you Yes you the Hunter nothing better Than go out and torture a gentle … Continue reading →

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Scottish hunters are anything but brave

Posted on December 17, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Motorbikes And squirrel men Angry loud mouths We know when They are about For frantic souls Leap the thistles Hark the whistles Sound their ugly roles Kilted savages Porridge scoffers

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Another hunt meets the dust

Posted on December 17, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Thank the goddess They now pack their bags And amble to beyond Away from all our foxy friends Those creatures with whose bond We feel we drove to offer up Our love and of course care Bruin the Badger Reynard … Continue reading →

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Hunter killers why?

Posted on December 16, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Those who glean excitement From the killing of the fox Blaming the poor badger The hare too feels the shocks The wild birds shot out of the sky The wild fish from the sea These hunting so called specimens We … Continue reading →

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Snares are not prayers said the fox

Posted on December 15, 2024 by Rex Tyler

A fox in a snare He was wild And was there Where he was put By the lord of his realm He and his culture Remained at the helm Life was his justice Til man came along And of course … Continue reading →

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Words do matter

Posted on December 14, 2024 by Rex Tyler

To murder That it be Entertainment Says it all Says it all for me Killing animals Killing birds Abuse and insanity In other words

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The Colour of life

Posted on December 14, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Wildness shows it’s ultimate colours Nature tells its story well Perceptive friends Out there a telling tales of love Each magic spell How great emotions stalk the forests Embattled sometimes by the bow Set in beauty and heartfelt solace This … Continue reading →

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Foxy

Posted on December 9, 2024 by Rex Tyler

All foxes are lovely Wild cute desires In the earth’s of their parents Their truth how it fires Up real emotion Simply the best A beautiful animal Wonderfully blessed 🦊

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Another hunt hits the dust

Posted on December 7, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Thanks to the brothers and sisters of soul Who gave up their time and took on the role Of saviour of wild life with so much acclaim They hounded those fugitive wayward The flame Burning bright with endeavour Protectors they … Continue reading →

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The hunt is over And good riddance

Posted on December 7, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The arrogant ignorant oafs in red The hunt has ended And now instead Of seeing and hearing their raucous cries The stench of terror in their eyes The galloping hooves down the country lanes The cries of the hounds Out … Continue reading →

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Fox hunting

Posted on December 5, 2024 by Rex Tyler

The wildness of beauty Sunk in the night In the depth of the forest We have to invite Those vile ugly so called Who dare to say They have the right To just murder away Abuse fast and loose At … Continue reading →

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Stand with the SABS

Posted on November 30, 2024 by Rex Tyler

For the love of wild life The foxes we all love Up against these rotters Who deem to be above The saboteurs the angels The carers of those who Are Being attacked by hunters Who haven’t got a clue 🦊

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