A Mystery Solved Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Tracking e'er closely
These hounds know the scent
Rabid enthusiasm foaming
Their purpose-totally bent;
Listening with keen ears
Volume 'tis under control
Two senses are covered
Coverage of this homes soul;
Charts and compasses used
As smell and ears detect
The opening and shutting of doors
And words most direct;
This is all happening in real time
Down the lane in Onkenwood
'Tis the the mans castle that isn't
Constantly circled by hounds of no good;