A tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday challenge.
We’re bracing ourselves for our first run in with the hunters. There’s a battue going on in the woods that border our land. I don’t know what they’re after, but they have a lot of dogs and they’re doing a deal of yelling. Last night there was something large crashing about in the trees by the stream so it could be wild boar. If they come charging across our land we’re going to have to confront them.
Morning mist drips moist,
hounds unseen in the thickets,
I watch shapes form and dissolve,
hoping fleet of foot escape.