One of my Poems- Rebekah

 A Coon Hunt

A hunter whoops a call after his hounds,

As they chase through the night.

They chase a devious creature making his rounds,

Under a full moons light.

They run as the coyotes howl their lonely tune,

And the owls hoot their who's.

They run with skill after a ring-tailed coon.

A coon who runs mischievously through the night,

With fleetness of foot and a scheming mind,

He tries to out-smart the hunters hounds.

He finds a refuge in a tall pine,

But to no avail does he climb.

For the hunters hounds know how to track,

And with ease they find the coons hide-out.

Out come an ax from behind the hunters back,

And all through the forest rings the tune,

Of the death of the coon.

                               By Rebekah Owens