I Watch the Hounds...
Having caught the attention of the fowl...
How does one prepare to bring it home...
One would think...this is easy enough...
Due to the fact that man has a canine...
I find this part a bother...
As a farm yard disaster...my job is simple...
One to one...I being a thinking type...
Can and have out foxed...man and his dog...
But I can tell you if others are involved...
Night is my best chance...
Years have past as I have watched the hounds...
I know if the rabbit is in play...like this very day...
The fowl is left alone...
So I wait...for the sound of the horn...
As I have in the past...entered to bring a fowl home...
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