the hunt

Crunch crunch the fox sneaks through when seeking its pray, it is no fool.
The time it seeks it stops at no cost through the forest it doesn’t stop
It searches through the logs looking for prey it doesn’t stop,
The trees sway like tall buildings swaying up above
The fox searches for trouble, but it doesn’t matter the fox will run and run and run,
It won’t stop the hunters follow checking the rubble as he hides
He needs to find the prey that hides at every turn but he can’t
The trees are like shields from bullets firing fast
Red, yellow, green all mixing together making the forest burn
The fox runs into the rubble making no noise louder than the gun shots
The fox runs around and makes it behind the hunters running fast
Green and brown leaves around the calm lake ripples through out the lake as the loud noises continue ringing through the forest
The fox can finally relax under the brown trees.