Le Renard

There's a fox barking in the street outside,
challenging everybody to a fight.
He's been stood out there for days;
all the neighbours are sore afraid.

I can't bear to hear him screaming.
This fox cock's taking the pith!
Where are you?  he says,
LET'S BE HAVING YOU!
Like a vulpine Delia Smith.

Last night, he went up against
brave little Nicky
(Nana's Yorkshire Terrier)
in the mismatch of the century.
It broke my heart to bury her
(little Nicky I mean).

Brian Cox the Fox -
he's a natural born killer.
As chilled as you like,
as cool as Clint or his mate
from the Glacier Mint ads.

A furry murdering machine,
he takes on all comers,
turns them into minced meats
before returning them to their owners.
With a flourish of his brush
they are swiftly despatched
through cat flaps and French windows.

Now we  are the prisoners,
like foxes in their burrows.

B.R. 18/05/2020