my smell hound

October 18, 2011 § Leave a comment

my smell-hound
hated guns 
he could track rabbit
and roust pheasant
as good ‘r better than most
but he sure ‘nough
hated guns
I stopped hunting
when I saw a buddy 
of my dads go down
blew his hand just ’bout off
with a mossberg over/under
his arm outstretched 
to stop his fall
both barrels
let loose
my hound took off
he could hunt just fine
but those guns…

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