Trees and shadows on the ground,

The bark of a distant hound,

His handler stood and frowned

and wondered what it found.


Inside a bush somewhere

Huddles a small tired hare

Waiting for the hound and his frowning stare

To come and find him there.


The hound and his master, they run,

The master holding his gun

He points it and everything’s done,

The hound has had his fun.


The hare did not know from whence

Came the screams so loud.

He found survival and patience

In the bush he had found.

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