Covering ground like lightning the fox-tongue coats
rerun other hunts and shake out last coins of laughter.
One stirrup cup, and they mount to run
the beast from her hollow.
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This vivid poem for me has a sometimes almost dreamlike quality in its description of the pursuit. S.D.