Thefox Poem by Ray Moore

The Fox lies in the long grass, in a ditch round pastures wide
He watches men in harmony, his smile is very wide,
For as they swing their scythes and sweat, the cornfield dwindles
too
The fox will ambush dinner, as it kindly passes through.

The pheasant struts along the hedge, With remnants of his brood
He lost his mate five days ago, in Reynauds quest for food,
At night they brood in stunted fir, quite high above the ground
For if you dwell in the countryside, the peace is seldom found.

But if you hunt for others, and as every reader knows
lf we release life's odours, we must clean between the toes,
The fox stink spreads around him, and we all know that as well
For 'dinner' sniffs, make off at speed, don't stop to say farewell.

But natures laws apply to all, the poor and to the rich
The fox will have to take a bath, when he begins to itch,
He does so in a crafty way, makes sure that he's alone
Then bathes, delouses all in one, 'kills two birds with one stone.'

He backs into the river, with a stick between his teeth
And as the waters rise on him, he saves himself from grief,
The fleas and lice are in retreat, on highways to his head
For now there's nowhere else to go, but on the stick instead.

The fox will smile and drop the stick, and bid them 'Au revoir'
As they sail down the river, he will paddle to the shore,
He shakes him self, and combs his hair, then slinks off to renew
Acquaintances with wildlife, as they're kindly passing through.