The Hunted Fox

What do you see in me with those
eyes full of Tangled wilderness?

Do you see a horseback
blood coat, Trumpet in hand?

Or a fox on the hilltop
listening for the hounds?

How do you camouflage yourself
as such a vibrant creature?

Do your vermilion curls hide
You against the autumn needles?

Or stand out as plain sighted as
A rifle through the bushes?

What do you hear when I howl
to your black tipped ears?

Is it a gentle crying through
the branch broken moonlight?

Or the thundering of hooves
coming through the woodland?

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Cheesy, I know, but any help to improve this old thing would be marvellous :)