The chaseA Poem by SorenHare in front, hounds behind, each hop a shunt another dinner to find A single mind in the hunt, running blind, by nose alone the hare to confront Baying sound of a straying hound surveying ground with each preying bound in their lair under a mound a pair of hare is laying till found Beyond prickly bur how quickly does stir sickly rabbit fur
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