The white hart and his does <br />Running wild is all he knows, <br />Has the pleasure freedom gives, <br />But hunted down where e’re he lives. <br />Can’t escape by blending in, <br />Distinctive colour marking him. <br />Finds that he must run so fast <br />Lest today should be his last. <br />Does gather round his back to protect <br />Vulnerable flanks and outstretched neck. <br />Responsibility follows hard at heels, <br />The love that raise awesome wheals. <br />When hunter’s arrow its mark doth find <br />Is the sacrifice white hart or youngest hind? <br />What choices hard we have to make <br />When death causes hearts to break. <br /> <br />June 2002<br /><br />Josephine Dunn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-hart/
