Run of the Hound
Metaphor to Purpose and Calling
No one knows why the hound runs so fast,
Gives bay to the moon when it trees at last.
Is it bred so far into him that he must?
Should his passion for pursuit we trust?
Was it one who loved it deep and true
Then taught it to every pup he knew?
Do they all share this fate and not know why
They rush through the dark with gleeful cry?
Does the urge swell in heart then to voice excite
As he pants and sniffs, entranced in delight?
He must be good at problem solving
When the path ends quickly resolving
Where a river was crossed or a circle back taken
Far angry is the hunter when hound is mistaken.
If he finds purpose in this task
Could we honestly even ask
If it is by our design or by his own will?
No matter the answer, he will go on still.
So no one knows when it started,
Only that the hound has not departed
From this destiny to which he is called
And with love to it he is enthralled.
It matters not why he gives chase
Far he is happy in this race.
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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