The Hunt

All at once I understood Because I heard the sound Coming from the distant woods Dogs yapping just like hounds Endless barking on the path Fearlessly chasing prey Guided by no words or math Howling to show the way I could not help but wonder Just how this chase would end Keeping hope that no blunder Listening with my friend Mighty canines came in sight Not one was resting still One path only would be right Perhaps their fate to seal Quitting was not thought of now Resting would not be sought Simple instincts show us how The troubled victim’s caught Under thick, and captured quick Victim of the tracking Wounded dogs begin to lick Xenial copse lacking You know now the race is done Zapped, resting in the sun

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