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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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