Fox Haiku

the shot fox oblivious to death the pain of living the shot fox no longer hears the chit chat of chickens the shot fox sways in the wind a reminder to its kind the shot fox flies buzz around its eyes seeing everything...nothing the shot fox looks unseeing at its own blood the shot fox grins at Death its cubs restless the shot fox the small boy staring at each other my uncle's gun proud of its killing gleams in the sun my uncle's gun asleep now by a milk chun the dead fox its eyes haunt my living