A Fox

I don't want to post my poem in the review room because I have not review anyone else's. This is just for fun. Don't critique this please.

A fox runs up the trail
With his red and orange tail
Searching for food.

A hunter holding his gun
with his tall son
Both searching for sport.

The hunters see the fox
Crawl on top of some rocks
They aim and fire

The fox runs away
leaving the hunters astray
In the deep dark woods

The hunters hunt
"got nothing" they grunt
Until they find the fox

The fox had followed them
Wondering if they had a gem
That he could steal.

The fox saw nothing
except the gun adjusting
to kill him.

He again got away
but he never got to play
the "steal stuff from hunters" game.

A fox runs up the trail
With his red and orange tail
Searching for some food.