Out There On The Paddock Poem by Francis Duggan

Out there on the paddock in the pale moonlight
A dog fox is barking in the calm of the night
There is no mistaking the wild and shrill cry
Of the cunning and opportunistic hunter under a Winter sky
Despite persecution from humans foxes as a species survive
And even in suburban and urban surroundings they are known to thrive
The creatures that are not often seen out by day
Adapt well to any surroundings it does seem this way
To foxes for their survival instincts great credit is due
That they are Nature's survivors happens to be true
Though shot at and poisoned their numbers on the increase
It does seem that human developers have given them a new life lease
Out there on the paddock barking in the moonlight
A creature that most people with a gun would shoot on sight.