Session 8: Poetry Example

The dog fox rolls his lolling tongue
The frosty grape of the morning.
He points his nose to the scent of day,
He slits his eyes to the yellow sun,
He feels in his haunch a rising thunder
And his lifted ear takes warning: 
	The horn blows true,
	The hounds break through,
	The hunter spreads,
	The huntsman rides,
And the red-tailed fox goes under.

The dog fox breaks to a hidden hole
And deep in the fern goes under.
He stiffens haunch and poises pads,
He gulps his spittle and drops his tail.