the hunt

the fox hunt
begins early, the horses
mounted,
the riders coiffed
just right,
with boots
and jodhpurs,
hard black caps,
crops
and whistles with
which to get
the show off.
through the rolling
hills of Virginia
they go,
chasing the slender
red fox,
as light and quick
as melting snow.
no guns are used.
it's just the chase
this time.
the thrill
of riding, galloping
through the fog
at sunrise,
chasing after what
won't be caught.