I found it!

This was really frustrating me yesterday, I searched the net completely, I knew this poem was by Simon Armitage but for some reason couldnt find it, anyways I remembered I had it in a book back home, so here it is:

The Fox
By Simon Armitage

Standing its ground on the hill, as if it could hide
in its own stars, low down in the west of the sky.
I could hit it from here with a stone, put the torch
in the far back of its eye. It’s that close.

The next night, the dustbin sacked, the bin-bag
quartered for dog meat, biscuit and bone.
The night after that, six magpies lifting
from fox fur, smeared up ahead on the road

(1996)