The gentle sun casts its golden beam,
As springtime brings with it life anew,
A beagle’s nose twitches in a dream,
For scents of rabbits to pursue.
Far off in the woods and fields afar,
The bustling hunt is eager to start,
Beagles gather, each a shining star,
Prepared for this competitive art.
Bonnie, our beagle of remarkable fame,
Her coat sleek and her eyes bright with fire,
Hungry for the thrill and chase in game,
She yearns to show off her skill and desire.
The hunt begins, the beagles start their race,
Following scents that lead them through the brush,
Bonnie finds a rabbit with swift pace,
And runs it out from its safe hideout.
The race is on as Bonnie gives chase,
Sprinting at speeds that seem unreal,
Through the woods and over barriers in her way,
With a rabbit’s fate hanging by a seam.
The hunter keeps an eager eye,
As Bonnie runs with precision,
Skillfully guiding the prey to his side,
Leaving him just one last decision.
Within range and in perfect position,
The rabbit is exposed for the shot,
Bonnie’s feat earns her the winning prize,
A first-place finish with glory she has got.
Cheers erupt through the woods and fields,
As Bonnie’s victory is celebrated,
Her name now known among beagle stars,
Her hunting prowess undoubtedly fated.
Bonnie returns home with her trophy in tow,
A hero now to all who know her tale,
Champion of the rabbit hunting show,
Her legacy forever will prevail.
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