Deep in the dense undergrowth
a fox sat, ever on guard
hardly moving with each shallow breath
as trumpets sounded through the forest.
Smooth fur trembled and twitched
ear’s pivoted, towards outlying trees
waiting for the sounds of danger
barking sounds of the hounds.
His heart beat rapidly with fear
his inner voice told him,
death was close by, and
there was no denying that.
I won’t go easily
that is for sure,
as I leave my mark
some hounds will surely die!