Watching Fox

I was here amongst the birches 

when the forest first grew tall

A witness to your coming

I heard your first loud call

I sat and watched you hunting 

from the tall grass in the mire

then silently I fed my cubs 

from the ashes of your fire

You can hunt and shoot and trap me

You will never break my will

And when the last Man fades away

I'll sit here watching still

 

Reviews

[Adam Whitworth]

good one