Tossing back her long brown hair
Dashing through the forest
Darting in all directions
Trying to escape
Trying to flee
The mob is coming closer
Barking like the foreign humans
They are on her tail now
Breathing down her neck
Yapping at her
To come closer
Into their lair
The stars are overhead
But on she goes
Still in pursuit
They rage on
And on
Courageous as she is
Her heart begins to beat
She cannot run forever
Darting in between life and death
She pushes forward
Yet they rage on
And on
So she must too
At last they are there
Over her head
Snapping with their jaws clenched
Somehow she gets free
Limping off
Days will pass before she will be better
Banged and battered tired and bruised
Until another day
Until another fox hunt
She is safe
Forced into a world controlled by others
She is the paint and they are the brush
Always forced to go where they go
And to run where they run
--me (sometime in 2005)