Non-Erotic PoetryThe HuntAfter the hunt
The dogs lie
Exhausted
Tangles of fur,
Legs and teeth
Before the fire.
Horses steam
In the night air
Stabled now
With oats, hay
Blankets on
Neigh to rest
Broken guns
Lie cleaned,
Safe on the table
The ale is deep
And needed
In Highland mists
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