Oh Fox, feline hound

saline foe, serpentine member 

Presently,

over a weary grey season 

the last dance of 

twinned redcoats

pert part prance

Unlike that adored 

rodent, the rabbit

You've earned your guise in the 

weft and wattle of this land

Would you see off 

the hoof smiths

horn blowers

horse chargers

Or is the hunter

as much in your heart as

you in his ?

Red flame-breasted brothers
the hounds, horns, thunder of claws

Co-authors

in each others'

imperceptible dream

Last free master of

mythical wiles,

and pitiless fate.

Will your embrace be ended,

your chronicle discontinued ?

Unknown muse 

of this land,
Scrutinized by
frivolous and benign bosoms,
extraneous mothers
Altogether a far-away steel gaze
pitifully projected upon fate

For it's a strange dance
on your pasture 

Beguiled, we remain with
your unwritten saga
Blinded by your bounty of wit 

Bound by your passion 
of war