Hunting

Thundering noise
Whining sound
Gallops the hooves upon the ground

The chase is on
But what will it bring
On the night before the season spring

Run young one run
Before the rising of the sun
I will return I promise you

Red flashes by
Fearing all that are behind

Swiftly it will fly
In hope to find a place to hide.

The barking ceases
Thundering decreases

They have lost that one
What a shame
The small fox scampers away
She will be back someday

Another howl upon the hill
Signifying a different kill
this time a rabbit..no a hare
But which one of the dogs will race it there

Hare vs dog
running through the meadows fog

To bad the hares a runt
Cause for the dog it's the thrill of his hunt