The fox

Micah Finchley



The fox:

 

The hunter cocks his shotgun,

he glares down the scope with precision.

Aims for a fiery orange tuft of fur in the bushes.

 

Bang.

He misses.

 

The fox scurries away, not wanting to become another trophy stuffed with bloody fluff on a shelf for everyone to see.

 

The hunters precise look turns into a scowl,

the fox twist and turns through the paths he has before, as they turn into debris behind his very feet.

 

Run, little fox, run.

 

Don’t let the Hunter have his fun,

Don’t let him hear your cries,

Don’t let him bring you to your demise.

 

Don’t step on that stick you know will crack, he’ll shoot you in the back.

 

The rain seems to pour down mockingly, so get to your home where the warmth could possibly be.

 

…

 

The hunter drags a bloody carcass back – its orange fur stained a gut red.

 

I said run, fox, run.

 

It’s too late for that

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  • sorenbarrett

    Sad but nicely described. I have hated hunting since I killed a bird with a bb gun when young. It was a waste or maybe not since it deterred me from hunting afterwards. My father was a hunter bringing home pheasants, duck and deer but I never liked it and felt it was a waste, he stopped after a while and saw no one would eat it. Nice write

    • Micah Finchley

      Thank you, I like animals, I would never want to hurt or take the life of them. Foxes remind me of my home, my hometown football team’s mascot is a fox. I always think how I would feel if I was that animal. It’s hurts that people willingly hurt them.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome. To kill an animal for food is part of nature but to kill as a trophy is not.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Damn, Micah...I wanted that fox to get away so badly. I’m upset and thoroughly pissed at the hunter. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • Micah Finchley

          As someone who has a find interest of animals - more specifically bugs. I hate the idea of people harming animals when there be no need.



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