Razorback Hoghunt (Ole Brownie P2)

Meat in my smokehouse a bit light, With the weather about right, One morning at first light, I headed to buzzard roost hollow, A leash on Brownie’s collar, But Brownie went crazy as a goose, When I turn him loose, My worse fear, I could hear, Him chasing a deer, Out of pope county, was clear, Anyhow, now, down in the pope county wild woods, Seated on an Arkansas hollow log, With my finger on a trigger, and my eye on a hog, I pulled that trigger, and the bullet went zip, I jumped on that hog, with all my grip, Though I knew I had missed, I couldn’t resist, Now as my grip would slip. The hog would rip, Tusk 8 inches long, Like ice tongs, Would chomp and rip, As the battle begin to tip, Hog getting the best of a bad situation, Sure wish my dog hadn’t taken, his deer vacation, At about the time, I thought it was, the end of the line, I heard Brownie coming, Man, that dog was running, He had heard the fight, Was coming back, to claim his right, Old Johnny Cash, in the boy named Sue, Ain’t shown my dog and me, nothing new, Blood guts and hair, rose up in the air, When ole Brownie took hold, this fight ain’t fair, Didn’t take no hour, Untill we were back in our own lair, We were saying a prayer, within the hour, I was seated in a chair, At my kitchen table, Razorback meat, the label, Ole Brownie, proving himself to be, very able, To sit under my table, For he’s my mean hooooog, DOG!!! Dedication: "MoonBee Canady" An outstanding poet of light poetry, as far as I am concerned. I certainly enjoy reading your light poetry, as well as the other types you write. You go girl, I hope you like these poems! Godly love, Sincerely Moses 9-27-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com