Hunting with dogs

Imagine the soulful the wild Hares
That runneth
Chased by humanity a clergyman too
A cluster of heartbeats
Tearful eyes wanting
A final resting place
Hounds tearing through

A soft beating heart
A fur covered body
Blood spattered everywhere
Raucous desire
A mindset desiring
On cylinders firing
Death’s possibility
Suitably dire

Wildness so wanting
Tree lined and shadowy
Thoughts come and go
As the hounds are in flight
A hare born of silence
Lived every morrow
Ran every which way
When chased at night

Countrymen tragically
Lost in the melee
Of bloodlust and fearfulness
Share each end game
Wild souls escaping
The hot breath and Spital
Thoughts of their loved ones
Who now doth inflame

The passion and wearisome
Thoughts of the future
Alone in a darkness
Lamenting their loss
Wild souls left bleeding
Torn into pieces
Last painful thoughts
As the living mind ceases