We that have been hunting all the day
are mighty tired, our hair is dank with sweat
and by our hunting helmets plastered flat.
As days of hunting go, this must be counted
a good day: the horns blew loud and the dogs
barked hard as though they knew it was more for them
than us we went out hunting the wild beast
all day – so they could teach him just how tame
they were, and how wrong to think that being dogs
had taken the edge off their appetite
for sport. We that have been hunting all the day
will keep on hunting through the night
for finer creatures than the forests hide,
through forests deeper than the ones of day.
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