The Fox - Poem by Cecil Lees
For old fox, I heard them say; they are going to kill you off today.
Those gentry in their hunting red are going to see you dead.
Hounds were a plenty and many a gun, you see old fox they must have their fun.
They will find you where ever your hiding, in wood or barn.
With hate in their hearts, intent on great harm, they will pursue you and curse you, for many a mile.
And it’s up to you Fox to show then your guile, keep close to the woods, make use of the trees.
And if you can run with the breeze.
God made you Fox, the same as us so why do these gentry, make such a fuss.
It must be courage that they lack, knowing you can’t fight back.
In church on a Sunday in solemn prayer they pretend they weren’t there.
And so these gentry in hunting red should find better thins to do instead create life not take it away and leave you alone to have your day.
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