Its bitterly cold
\nIn the forest
\nThe wind shock the system
\nAnd we
\nThe wild ones that live and that
\nPlay here
\nAre shocked by the
\nAdversity<\/p>\n
Christmas brings frost
\nAnd snow falling
\nEarnestly we have to be
\nCareful when foraging
\nOur determination
\nAnd resoluteness
\nMost can see<\/p>\n
We are single minded
\nWe have to be
\nWe concentrate where ere
\nWe go
\nOur force of habit
\nAnd instincts
\nThe unwritten law
\nIs we know<\/p>\n
The hunts are about
\nAll those horses
\nThe hounds very eager to run
\nThe unwanted people
\nNoisy as hell
\nThe crack of the whip
\nAnd the ring of the bell<\/p>\n
We are the motive
\nFor being out here
\nThe hunt is a punt
\nTo enrage to spread fear
\nTo pretend they are searching
\nThat justification
\nOf getting into the air
\nIts Their sick fixation<\/p>\n
With everything natural
\nWith seeing and hearing
\nA wild fox appears
\nthe wild deer excited
\nThe hunter he hears
\nIt all played out quickly
\nExciting his soul
\nThe hounds are excited
\nAnd out of control<\/p>\n
Thank goodness for Baronsdown
\nWhere we can rest
\nassured We are safe
\nWe still find our zest
\nThe cries of the hunters
\nThe whistle their glee
\nAnd a wild fox sets off
\nOn a race to be free<\/p>\n
Boxing Day Hunts
\nThey are everywhere
\nHarking, after blood
\nThey have no care
\nRun down the life forces
\nGodliness thrown
\nA\u2019sunder by farming folk
\nOn land they own<\/p>\n
There are no restrictions
\nDespite a Hunting Law
\nThe police choose to turn
\nTheir eyes away generally
\nWith little concern
\nFor us the wild animals
\nPut here to be
\nAble to live in a world
\nAnd safely<\/p>\n
Sanctuaries cometh
\nAngels employed
\nJust safety before us
\nWhere souls overjoyed
\nBy the spirit and wonder
\nThe commendable way
\nPragmatic and practical
\nJust every day
\nGrass fresh and colourful
\nBlessings abound
\nA flawless eminence
\nOff of the ground<\/p>\n
A sense of security
\nA guarantee
\nTo be left where its safe
\nTo just be as free
\nAs a bird in the sky
\nSafe and unharmed
\nWhere we all rely<\/p>\n
On the truest rapport
\nReciprocity reigns
\nHappy as sand boys
\nPeace in our veins
\nBright eyed and bushy tailed
\nHappy to be
\nSafe from the
\nthe hunters
\nAnd their asymmetry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Its bitterly cold In the forest The wind shock the system And we The wild ones that live and that Play here Are shocked by the Adversity Christmas brings frost And snow falling Earnestly we have to be Careful when … Continue reading