We will have to trust the hounds in the snow
What we cannot find, their keen noses will
How to keep starvation at bay, we know
Life feeds upon life; to live, we must kill
Blanketed in snow, our village seems calm
Children play upon the ice; maidens sing
But for grumbling stomachs, there’s one balm
In winter, hunger has a vicious sting
No quarrel with the stag or doe have I
Nor do the fish or birds incur my wrath
The wild boar might offend a pretty eye
Both he and I probably need a bath
The hounds will lead us to beasts who must die
In order that we might live, you and I
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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