John Clare: The Fox


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Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes), seen from behind, San Juan County, Washington: photo by Minette Layne, 30 October 2008




The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh
His dog among the bushes barking high;
The ploughman ran and gave a hearty shout,
He found a weary fox and beat him out.
The ploughman laughed and would have ploughed him in
But the old shepherd took him for the skin.
He lay upon the furrow stretched for dead,
The old dog lay and licked the wounds that bled,
The ploughman beat him till his ribs would crack,
And then the shepherd slung him at his back;
And when he rested, to his dog's surprise,
The old fox started from his dead disguise;
And while the dog lay panting in the sedge
He up and snapt and bolted through the hedge.

He scampered to the bushes far away;
The shepherd called the ploughman to the fray;
The ploughman wished he had a gun to shoot.
The old dog barked and followed the pursuit.
The shepherd threw his hook and tottered past;
The ploughman ran but none could go so fast;
The woodman threw his faggot from the way
And ceased to chop and wondered at the fray.
But when he saw the dog and heard the cry
He threw his hatchet -- but the fox was bye.
The shepherd broke his hook and lost the skin;
He found a badger hole and bolted in.
They tried to dig, but, safe from danger's way,
He lived to chase the hounds another day.







 Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes) carrying off a squirrel carcass, Coast Range Mountains of San Luis Obispo County, California: photo by Alan Vernon, 1 June 2011

John Clare (1793-1864): The Fox, c. 1824-1836, from Poems Chiefly from Manuscript, ed. Edmund Blunden & Alan Porter, 1920

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