Falsely foxed 

Sharp ears point 

The hunter walks

Body lowers to the ground

Trying not to make a sound 

The hunter hears sticks break

Pointing his gun had changed fate

The fox is not easily seen 

The hunt shoots for what’s in between 

As the bullet flies

The animal dies

With a hope and a skip 

The hunter is quick 

To the body that’s lifeless

But what he saw in the grass 

Made him regret the time at last

When the Hunter kills and feels no pain 

Till his loyal dog suffers the blame
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