White Tip, Red Coat - Alouette

White Tip, Red Coat/Alouette Numbed, I sit alone neither dish nor bone to console me as a friend, space and time confined future now defined by this leash - me at the end. Length of tattered rope freedom’s shortened hope dulls the eyes and slows the tail of low howling hounds old familiar sounds bugled scent of foxes trail. White tipped red coat flash chicken stealing dash inflames the lust of instinct foxes on the loose chasing duck and goose trails the scent of thieves distinct. So I am set free as the hound I be maestro of fox hunt sounds low and moaning bay echoing in sway to the dance of fox and hounds. 8/30/2014 For Andrea Dietrich, A Lovely Alouette – Poetry Contest