The Old Hounds Fresh Kill

Freshness is something we always need.
Rewording the savage beast.
Glorifying the old hound as he hunts.
His speed is not that fast.
But it is a steady pace.
For him its no longer race.
He just wants to finish what he has started.
And he has had plenty of practice accomplishing this goal.
All cheer as he finishes.
Bringing in another kill.
It puts food on the table.
It's something that we all can eat.
And we should be both grateful and thankful for it.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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