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I can't wait for the sun to set, but it's taking its sweet old time!
My master takes me hunting for raccoons after dark,
and I’m anxious to sniff out their trail.
A plethora of odors assault my sensitive nose
confusing my brain,
but once I smell my master's coonskin hat,
BAM! We're off to the game with my tail wagging.
I'm excited; and let out a soulful, impatient howl.
Then almost imperceptibly,
dusk drops a curtain of darkness, the moon rises,
and I hear my master's footsteps!
He pats my head with a familiar friendly hand
and a shiver runs up my spine to the tip of my tale.
I'm jumping around, eager to get underway,
when master presses the coonskin hat to my nose;
all other smells slip away
and I concentrate on that one scent alone.
I feel invigorated,
I so enjoy being part of the team!
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