John Lawless Poet Rhyme

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

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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser August 31, 2014 at 1:13 AM this a deep great write poem.. i esp like the 2nd and 3rd stanza.. :)

James Fraser August 30, 2014 at 6:33 PM I'm not a farmer, and even if I was. The Fox would remain, White Tip, Red Coat & Paws. For they have been here longer, much longer than you & I, because they are who they are, there's no need for them to die. This write is sure to do well John, James........

Jan Allison August 30, 2014 at 6:15 PM WOW this will score highly in the contest - wonderful descriptive write John:-) hugs Jan xx