The Uselessness of Foxes
What use is a fox? He does not what he ought.
He murders for pleasure. He slaughters for sport.
When out on the prowl, in a farmyard let loose,
Does he ask, ‘Do I really need more than one goose?’
Now foxes are pretty and foxes are smart.
But they will not be ridden, and won’t pull a cart.
They stalk. Then they skulk away into the night.
And they have no conception of what’s wrong or right.
So why create foxes if they are so gross?
I suggest, as a species, we don’t look too close.
They don’t deal in scruples. It don’t suit their trade.
And they’re not with morality too overlaid.
What use is a fox? ‘Nowt!’ the farmer might say.
They destroy what is good. Then they go on their way.
But God sees them scurry, and judges their fate.
He’s not in a hurry. He just has to wait.
©Ruth Twyman Lockyer November 2013 firstname.lastname@example.org