life lessons.. hard learned... well got... and handed down through the generations
1. brave people are generally in a good mood
2. without tiny things, big things don't count
3. there is no good or bad, but there is right and wrong
4. right is...
As a lover's belly ripples 'neath The delicate trails of nail and flesh - Golden pasture waves in ripe, Lazy undulation 'neath the Whetted blades of sun-hot breeze.
A bright, copper streak Weaves jagged slices Through the tall, broad grasses of High Summer’s full-blown meadows.
Search'n for her freedom trace! Tortured breast gulp'n air!
Furtive looks behind, As the bloodlust bray of Scream'n hounds gives signal That they've found their Place and pleasure in the chase!
Attar of hedgerose blends with Heady scent of pine and fear. Sun and shadow slide as black-glass Eyes search for the secret cleft.
As needful fang parts will'n flesh, The sleek vixen slips into her Solace in the dark of the wood.
Suddenly, breath holds, As silent air tilts toward the Defeated wail of coronet and Whimper of taut bridle and tight spur.
Hounds circle and sniff. Horses neigh and paw the ground.
Riders sit back on their mounts And listen to the meadow lark. Juleps call out their siren song.
The fox has gone to earth.
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