Give chase [formerly: Gallop, bitch!]

[NakedBear]

Second effort with this theme:

Bay, bitch. Bay!
Can you do no more?

Eager do you hunt our quarry,
yet where’s the mirth-well eyes
to soak my heart with joy?

Ridge and valley are impassive to our flight.
Your wild bark wounds my ear;
yet from the copse she does not flush.

Is she near to grasp?
I think she’s not,
and ache at heart
that I will never kiss her flesh.
Yet still your tail wags.

At last I quit this chase, dear Elpis,
and release you from your cord.
Go your way, and I will mine;
with you, I only suffer more.

First effort with this theme:

Gallop hard through fen and fern.
Gallop fast through highs and lows.
Gallop down paths unseen.
Can I trust your nose?

Fetch her laughing eye.

At your quarry, bay!

Find her open lips.

Obey your master!

Find those paths unsure
to my straining eyes.

Do you know the way?

Bay, Hope, you eager bitch!

Obey, you who’s merry;
I cling upon your leash
and follow you,
blind.