The hunt

I’m a little fox ,and I hope it is my right
To exist in the countryside
Without dying of fright

Or being torn apart by the jaws of baying hounds
Pursued by so called humans
Whose cruelty knows no bounds

I know Iam a predator and as such I have been born
But I only kill my prey for food
As a chicken feeds on corn

Its because were so defenceless
That appeals to the cowardly mind
A sport that’s more despicable
Would be very hard to find

I hope that I have made my point
Though I know I cannot win
Just put the hunters in a cage
And let the lions in