A Single Hound

Posted on Monday, May 3, 2021
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: Will Ogilvie

When the opal lights in the West had died And night was wrapping the red ferns round, As I came home by the woodland side I heard the cry of a single hound.The huntsman had gathered his pack and gone; The last late hoof had echoed away ; The horn was twanging a long way...
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