the shot fox <br />oblivious to death <br />the pain of living <br /> <br />the shot fox <br />no longer hears <br />the chit chat of chickens <br /> <br />the shot fox <br />sways in the wind <br />a reminder to its kind <br /> <br />the shot fox <br />flies buzz around its eyes <br />seeing everything...nothing <br /> <br />the shot fox <br />looks unseeing <br />at its own blood <br /> <br />the shot fox <br />grins at Death <br />its cubs restless <br /> <br />the shot fox <br />the small boy <br />staring at each other <br /> <br />my uncle's gun <br />proud of its killing <br />gleams in the sun <br /> <br />my uncle's gun <br />asleep now <br />by a milk chun <br /> <br />the dead fox <br />its eyes <br />haunt my living<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fox-haiku/
