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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
