What are you doing right now?
You...who were always on the move
Or sleeping beautiful on my arm
You are a soft fox, sweet, and haunted
You are my dreamy fox, curling in her burrow, dreaming of princes
You chat happily and unafraid of the English in my arms
You, who named her young after the prey you raised them on
You, with her ****** muzzle that snapped at the moon's reflection in the water
Leaving a wake of blood and questions
Do hunters prove you are worth while?
They'll put bullets into you  to take your life
But they can only take you dead
 They will be confused and mourn their loss
And they will load their guns again