FOX:

I am of emerald eye, I am the fox,

I am of brush-tail & snow-white socks,

I am of red scarlet fur & fleet of paw,

I am sharp of tooth & even sharper claw.

I am Fox.

I am hunted, hounded, trapped & snared,

All by hounds, horses, farmers & the lairds,

My fur is worn around cold wrinkled necks,

Ignoring my pain, my blood in flow & specks.

I am Fox.

I creep, sneak & crawl on my quiet belly low,

And beneath the Welsh moon, I sleep below,

Hidden in forest´s cover & the Brecon´s hills,

Slinking behind all men´s banal & sinful ills.

I am Fox.

I take my sustenance from wherever I can find,

Often in the land of the urban & all of mankind,

I have no choice, as my home they have robbed,

Now it is me who weeps, where they once sobbed.

I am Fox.