'' Was A Fox '' Poem by Bri Mar

You'll hear us rave,
We are ever so brave,
So put up the village bunting,
To death I'm a slave,
Some say deprave,
Tally Ho we're going out hunting.

One must go out,
I'm so devout,
We just love doing the rounds,
There is no doubt,
The bile we spout,
Excites all our starving hounds.

Make us aware,
Is it lion or bear,
Are our families now under threat?
Do we need to beware?
Will it cause despair,
This is bringing us out in a sweat.

Is it organic?
Do we need to panic?
Could it be far worse than feared,
We're all feeling manic,
Is it satanic,
To disaster we are all geared.

Do we stay indoors?
Hide under the floors,
Are we going to be under attack?
Empty the stores,
Abandon the chores,
Our nerves are beginning to crack.

Fifty strong males,
Searching the trails,
Along with one hundred dogs,
As the trumpet wails,
The horse's tails,
Brush off the scent ridden logs.

Oh what a fright,
The prey is in sight,
Will our forces give us the edge?
We know it's not right,
But it puts up a fight,
Now the monster has run under a hedge.

In a state of fear,
The hounds appear,
Their bravery we cannot deny,
Though death is severe,
We all let out a cheer,
We look on as the beast doth die.

The task is done,
But our battle's not won,
They're demanding we be placed in the stocks,
It's no longer fun,
The propaganda they've spun,
That ‘' monster '' we butchered?

‘' Was A Fox ‘'