I don’t understand the hate
Of old Mr Fox
Who goes about his business
Around the turning clock
His bushy tail swishes
As he looks for food
To feed himself and others
Yet he’s seen as being up to no good
Yes he does sometimes
Get up to mischief
Killing many chickens
This red-devilled thief
But in reality he’s just
Trying to survive
For we have destroyed his
Homeland many times
So he’s forced into
Cities and towns
Just to survive on scraps
Much to human frowns
Ten thousand are killed
A year by human hands
Ninety plus percent
Are killed because we can
So feel sorry for the
Fox about town
But be careful as well
This wild animal, the red clown
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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