The Lone Fox Dancing

From the downs of the woody track and the wild Came it upon the fox, Coming in its gait And with its appearance, The wildly black birds started crying And chirping, Perched on the twigs of the lowly bamboo trees. The fox, The lone fox saw I coming, The lone fox Without the other companions Saw I retreating back, But in the wildly gait of it, Never tamable, The savage will remain savage and wild. The red tooth and claw of Nature, Saw I in its movement, Gait of going, First I took it for a dog, But a dog it was not, A fox, a wild animal, A meat-eater was it, A non-vegetarian. I wanted to follow it, Tame it, Call it, But swift-footed and self-tempered appeared it to be, Without anything to heed to Or change in nature, A wild fox was it, Untamable, Wild and cleverly. Its calls once would have raked the forests But rarely do I hear it now, But the animal no doubt bloody and bestial As it can harm the small little girl or boy While going to the farmland, Lying ambushed into the bushes.