.3. Fox Holed Poem by David Threadgold

.3. Fox Holed

Rating: 5.0


The sound of a horn
A baying of hound
With tally ho called
A fox goes to ground

Out in the open
He won’t get a chance
If hounds get his scent
Or may happen to glance

So Reynard, stay hidden
Please don’t show your face
And let galloping hooves
All run past your place


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tj Becker 07 November 2008

Your poems are so alive for a better word. As a poet I should be able to think of how better to describe them and yet that is the only word that seems to fit. I enjoy them thanks for sharing

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