The Barks chop down the <br />Heavy block of country solitude <br />And with them comes the <br />Crippling Peel of the hunters horn. <br />The white head rises suddenly <br />Ruminations pause <br />Long ears, pink inside <br />Twitch nervously… <br />Eyes brilliant with acute <br />Focus stare with a crazed wildness. <br />It can sense the <br />Vibrations of doom <br />Galloping like demons <br />Let loose from hell <br />Licking up the distance between <br />It and death. <br />Forelegs, raised in a second <br />Of terrified anticipation, <br />Hit the ground; <br />And away it leaps <br />Frantically, <br />Trying to outrun death. <br />….The hunt is on.<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hare-the-hound-and-the-horn/
