A FOXES PERSPECTIVE OF THE HUNT

POEM

 MARCH 9TH 2012

 

We know the signs  the rustling trees

Birds flying higher amid the branches leaves

Wildlife alert, fearful, in case they also, get hurt

The scents of the Horses Hunters and Dogs

Waiting for the Trumpet and the tally ho

 Signalling them all to go go go

Startled animals dart to and fro

Then hiding under the nearest logs,

The scene is set, you know the rest

So, which creation then, is the best?

It's not for Mankind to decide

Wether we live, or wether we die,

Our prey killed quickly, when it's caught

Unlike you hunters who kill just for sport

Taking all into consideration

Us wily old Foxes, Are the better Creation.

 

 

Author's Note

REUESTED BY ONE OF MY POET FRIENDS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT:) MOONBEAM.

Reviews

[Wendy Seames Garner]

A nice poem, Moonbeam, from a unique perspective. Why must humans kill animals for sport? Is it any wonder that we kill each other as well?

[An owl on the moon]

So insightful and intriguing to see through another's eyes... and here the wily old fox gives insight into our own nature... and what is most wise and beautiful... May we listen and learn...

[patricia]

A great poem for raising awareness to cruelty.
Unlike humans...I think maybe, Foxes have no desire to feel they are the better Creation.
Those first two lines are beautiful. Thanks Moonbeam.

[Coyote Poetry]

The Native American believe if you killed it. Must eat it. Same as the beast of the forest. I like how you made your point in this amazing poem. A very nice ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote