Hare & Hound. (Sonnet)

The sky is grey shot to shreds, lead
pellets rain beating hare hearts under
bushes dogs bark, nearing, panic
stricken now bolt across an open field
the hunted and pursuer. A hare gets hit
open eyes sees not the sky, one runs
safely down a hole, near the heap of
stones. Dog brings hare back to man,
pat on head good boy, wagging tail,
Salivating dumbness is happy now,
forgotten its sad howling to the moon,
remembering what is forgotten, this
animal that sold its soul to sit near
human fire and be fed scraps of food.