The Fox

An ode to the Red Fox

The horses whinny, the hounds do wail 

Poor little Fox is in danger of losing his tail! 

The fox tail is a trophy to claim, 

But the huntsmen chase in vain! 

On tiny paws, the fox does hurry! 

Over stumps and forest, he does scurry.  

On his heels, the huntsmen do come! 

What is sport for them is cruel to some. 

The sharp mind of the fox works faster than his feet. 

For it's his intellect they must beat! 

Over ground the fox knows so well, 

The fox predicts the huntsmen will fail! 

He bounds over a hill and runs next to a stream bank.

There is no way for the huntsmen to flank!

His scent now gone, the hounds' fading wail 

Mr. Fox lives another day preserving his tail!

Author's Note

Mental musing. Wrote it for fun. A fun poem children might appreciate rather than adults.

Reviews

[LittleBigDreams]

I really enjoy it. Not only does the fox escape but he outwits the people. It has a nice rhythm to it.

[Kelly Scheppers]

The fox is certainly clever, and for his own good. I'm sure there are times he's slipped away within an inch or so of his life.

Good writing, Prometheus!