Huntsmen & Women.A Poem by OnlymeThey were on horseback with their hounds. All smartly suited in Red jackets, with white riding breeches and black riding boots. With a few civilian with sticks to beat, the prey out of the thickets in the fields or in the woods. Tooting their horn. And galloping away in quite a mad rush. Scurring bloodhounds splaying out like a wild pack of animals Lusting after a needed kill. The poor little creature, your that one they are after. Ripped to shreds and held aloft like a trophy. As well as blooding , a new member of the hunt with your blood from the kill. How sad and cruel. Reality is. A lot of these toffs are trying to bring this cruel sport back. Even though it has been "a ban, in England." With illegal hunts.
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