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Plea for the Noble Fox ©

Frank E Gibbard
London, England

Ignoble to hunt to destruction the noble creature fox
Why not enjoy it's existence and the redness of it's locks.
Seeing one in London still never fails to thrill,
This wild and lively animal I do not think to kill.
The fox does kill not just to eat but is naturally driven
By Nature red in tooth and claw: a truism and a given.
We once were hunters born of need
Every life-form needs must feed
For us carnivores the beasts shall bleed
So we might enjoy the food we breed.
The hunters choose to call a sport
A traditional pursuit their forbears taught,
Some competition so many on one
Barely a contest scoring none.

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