The Hunt

The courtyard’s filling up.
Coming from miles around.
The village squire’s hunt.
Riding with the hounds.

They plan to bag a fox.
Sport for a summer’s day.
Knocking back their tots.
And keen to get underway.

The scarlet gents all mount.
They’re geed up for their fun.
Calling to their hounds.
The hunt has just begun.

Charging through the vale.
The terriers sniff out a fox.
The riders join the trail.
Keen to bag their pot.

Cornered inside a copse.
The hounds are closing in.
A fox lets out a yelp.
The hunters’ turn to win.

1973, May


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