Old Coons Cunning

In this instance i blaze my way
I create my existence
I forge the day
The coons cunning resistance
At the the dogs "tree'd" bay

Sparks my curiosity
And i try to comprehend
This simple animosity
That the hounds howls lend

And without waver nor shake
I trudge forth on my path
Up the tree, cross the lake
Above the baying hounds wrath

And i speak with the coon
As he reveals, shy and meek
His cunning came by reflection of moon
Upon a swiftly running creek

And so i bid him a good day
And he escaped with an obvious grin
Reminding me, of the willow tree
That marked where the river grew thin

And though i searched for many a day
And though i searched hard and far
I never could seem, to find the stream
By foot, nor boat, nor car

And so i sat upon a rock, staring at my feet
Gasping in wonder as the old coon appeared,
Greeting me with a jolly "Merry meet"
With a rolling laugh he announced "It is as i feared"

"You my friend have wandered far from the rivers bend
And having said thus, you cannot find
The sparkling stream that lays amend
In only the most creative of mind"

Reviews

[Cliff Rhodes]

Very nice rhymes and put together well, creating lots of mystical images.

This reminds me of my grandpa and his coon hunting nights. They would go coon hunting and sit aroung a fire, just to listen to the dogs bark. Every dog had his own distinct sound and he would say, "There's sam or that's ole red."

[Sharkapillar]

Beautiful. The last stanza especially. The rhyme was effortless.
Great job :)