Bloodhound

In a leashed tight, a strife;

Ganged where the snarls, plays & with it my fight,

The world’s reflection steeled in a listless gaze..

Disputes if the purpose ever had a life.

Kept for my strides are long ,

Senses sharp & the animism strong.

In my loyal daze, thought I ‘ld be free..

Of an endless chase & a collar’s crease.

For each hunt should be my last,

The sounds of gun & the pounds of hoof..

Loose it & run when I can to the outstretched woods,

Why instead I chase a prey with vigor anew?

Why waifs my life with the same plight?

When the pleads pray mercy, impulses croon.

Raison d'être, a piece of meat & for a pat or two?

To the vastness of world, my ranch I choose,

To live a little, another hunt & in it my freedom.