Jon Lloyd - Sport

Running frenzied through the forest
Screams and bugle calls and howls
Panic grips my fragile body
Causing twisting in my bowels.

Bracken tearing at my flesh -
Blood clings sticky to my side -
Hounds and horses: blood-red coats
Rushing at me like the tide.

Vulgar calling getting louder -
They've well and truly got my scent.
Thundering hooves are all around me -
Hooves with murderous intent.

Sheer exhaustion overwhelmes me
Now I know I must be caught.
Disaster - my poor limbs now buckle!
I must die for human sport.

Succumb to pain as jaws devour me -
I cannot blame the starving hounds,
For they're dumb creatures just as I,
Incensed by madman's bugle sound.



©2005 Jon Lloyd

(This poem was penned prior to the recent changes in UK legislation)

Jon Lloyd

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