Fox Hunt

Early morning with the suns rays
Peeking through limbs of trees
The fox hunter’s mind in a daze
As he thinks ‘just one kill please’

All of his foot steps are soft
As he walks down the forest path
Looking only to set his bullets aloft
And unleash their entire deadly wrath

There’s a sound over by a rock
And the hunter gets a gleam in his eye
More quickly does the hunter walk
To find his prey and let bullets fly

But behind the rock on that lovely day
Was not a fox but a frightened skunk
Who then hit the hunter with his spray
And the hunter trudged off in a funk

The moral to this story as you might see
Mother Nature always protects her family