The
fox on the run
Through
the woods
Across
bridges and rivers
The
fear of his life
The
mongrels are chasing
Running
deep into the woods
The
scent they have picked up
The
fox runs for his escape
The
silence in the woods
It
rings up alive of the barking
The
mongrels chasing the fox
The
wind of scent brings the hunt
The
horse riders gallop in full speed
Hitting
the horses for the chase
The
blood raging high in pursuit
The
wind of scent
The
mongrels stay quiet
The
horse riders dismount to watch
“Where
is the fox?”
Nobody
can give a clear signal
The
mongrels rest under the cool shade
The
riders sit around and discuss the next round
In
the far distance a mongrel barks loudly
“Do
you hear that?!”
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