They’ve sent the hounds
They’ve found my scent
Shave, leave the mounds
A favored hint
Saved leaves by pounds
Of flavored mint
Save flurried sounds
Of flesh being rent
My joy abounds
By trail bent
They’ve meant the hounds
They’ve left my scent
Resounding Scintillation
16 Nov 2011 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Amelia Anthony, Poetry