the hunting party
just love their sport
each day they track
their quarry
o'er the terrain
even on days
when it snows or rains
once they've caught a sniff
of the quarry's trail
they move with stealth
and close in
once surrounded
and well encircled
the arrows fly
with the designed
intention
to hit the target
the quarry is a wily
old fox
he's aware of those
eager arrows
which are marked for him
he darts and weaves
through the assaulting missiles  
to quickly evade
the hunters
gaining a result
the fox employs
his survival techniques
out in the wild
ever he's fleet of foot
in cramping the hunter's style