" Leave the Fox alone! ".
You little men, of low esteem,
Resort to this!, - to fill your dream,
To hunt and chase, with panted breath,
Then watch a creature, torn to death !.
How pitiful, must be your day,
To seek enjoyment, in this way,
How sad your way, that you must see,
Such screaming and such misery.
Your scarlet suit, is red with shame,
That you do this!,- not in my name!,
To hunt the fox, and tear apart,
From fur and bone, from beating heart.
You sadden me, you really do,
Such arrogance, becomes to you,
This is not, ` Sport`, all I can find,
Are people who are sick of mind.
What satisfaction, can you get,
When blood - red hands, are dripping wet,
When cubs are crying, cowering still,
And you commence to club, and kill ?.
You pompous sort, you anger me,
Just leave the fox, just leave them be,
This World is sick, and sadder still,
When your lust for blood, will an innocent kill!......
The fox is a regular visitor to my garden and I love them. This was caught on my trail camera. It's a bit different from my usual posts I know.
Thank you for getting all 3 of my images on PP yesterday and for all your kind comments and Favs. It is always very much appreciated.
