Hunting for Raccoon

In the moonlight, shadows long and gray,
Basset hound sniffs, nose to the ground,
Whiskers twitching at every way,
As he tracks a scent without sound.

Hunter, rifle in hand, follows behind,
Silently stalking through forest green,
Their trusted companion of many years,
Searches for the prey unseen.

Raccoon scrambles, desperate to hide,
Heart pounding fear within his chest,
His agile body darts and slides,
Ever forward, never rests.

Across creeks cold, and leaves crisp brown,
Hound’s relentless pursuit continues on,
The raccoon breathes harder, slowing down,
As the end of his journey seems drawn near.

Tree branches sway as raccoon climbs high,
Seeking refuge among the leaves,
Basset hound barks loud, announcing nigh,
His triumph in hunting agile thieves.

The hunter approaches, calm and sure,
Takes aim at the frightened animal,
Pulls trigger with a solemn purr,
In an instant, concludes the wild gamble.

Life ebbs away as raccoon falls still,
His fearful flight reaches its end,
The basset hound watches, ears pricked,
Proud of his skill and his friend.

Rewarded by pats and praise from the hunter,
Basset wags his tail with joyous pride,
For on this night, their bond was strengthened,
Through their collaboration in the wild ride.

Side by side, they make their way back home,
Their mission accomplished to its fullest,
Remembering a hunt that would be spoken,
As a tale of partnership and skill tested.

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