The chase

The chase

A Poem by Soren

Hare 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

© 2026 Soren


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There’s a sharp, breathless tension in this—the chase feels inevitable, like instinct outrunning thought.
And that last image lands hard…soft fur against something merciless, nature not asking permission.

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Soren

16 Hours Ago

Thanks so much Thomas for the read and comment it is very important to me
The law of the jungle. I find it really difficult to watch anything like this. The terrified animal being pursued by a pack waiting to rip it to pieces. It happens all the time in the natural environment, doesn’t mean to say I have to like it though. Strong metaphor here too Soren. I am always amazed at the variety in your writing. Thank you for sharing it.

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Soren

1 Day Ago

Thanks so much Chris for your review and comment. Yes so glad you caught the metaphor as well. As fo.. read more

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Added on May 25, 2026
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