THE INVITATION The foxes have holes ….. Matt. 8:20

The Gloucestershire foxes’ message

To the child beyond our sea:

We d’ hear thee was born in a stable.

Us dreams uneasy of thee.

 

Us knows the pack be after thee

Us knows how that du end,

The chase, the kill, the cheering,

Dying wi’out a friend.

 

So, lover, us makes this suggestion

To thee and thy fam’ly tu:

Come live wi we under Westridge

Where the huntin folk be few.

 

Thee’ll play wi cubs in the sunshine,

Sleep in our snuggest den,

And feed on – well, us’ll see to that –

Forget they beastly men.

 

Maybe thee thinks tis too far off,

Our language strange to thee,

But remember us foxes of Westridge

When thou tires of humanity.

U. A. Fanthorpe “Christmas Poems”: Enitharmon press

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