Hie to the stables; the foxhunt's begun;
Mount now the horses; release now the prey;
Ride now the field where the quarry must run-
Run 'til he's fallen-a bundle of gray.
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Wow, while the hunter is most often human, the prey could very well be either and I really like how you leave it to the reader to let his/her mind explore. Bull'seye! Nate
Well controlled mixing of rhythms and content to mimic the hunt/changing tensions of the chase, and a persuasively delivered case. Very fine work indeed.
Nice way to expose a seemingly mercyless sport. well penned. Keith
A wonderful poem. I can hear the sound of the galloping hooves. As someone who kills vermin with a (heavy?) heart I can understand why people try and make a sport out of something that is necessary.
you make your point without preaching, a very good poem with a classical feel.