A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
By Jonathan Perry
The hound bounds to the smell
Trained, loyal and determined.
Its wet nose pushes aside brush
Like an imperialist elephant
Stomping through a jungle.
It can’t tell the distance of its game
Only where it’s been.
The dignified mongrel gives a triumphant
Trumpet of a howl.
It can see the apricot glow of orange fur.
The fox dodges branches as it flees the sound
Feral, instinctual, clever.
It rushes forward then pierces through grass
It’s an orange bullet
As it shoots through the forest
Its pursuer draws near.
Warned by the mutt’s horrifying bellows
The fox dives into a river.
Losing its scent in the current.