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

wardha jawdat

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