...being a hound,
questioning every bush:
where to go?..
Punctured by threading rain
with needle precision,
hunting for evidence of crime,
hounded by sounds,
signs synchronicity,
tangled in the mazes
a forest sanctuary...
Smell the fire
illegal pleasure
for skilled dexterity -
whatever cool down!
Pail the water
to blow out a fire
in timely manner -
not engaging scenery...
Best result prompts
be rewarded,
innocent people
don't have to suffer,
specially when you are
the detective,
sir Sherlock Holmes,
an esquire.
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Saturday, November 24, 2012
As a hound at the hunt...
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Poetry
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