"FITCH"

FITCH WAS A TRUE BLUE HUNTING DOG,
ACROSS LOTS OF MEADOWS AND OVER MANY A LOG.
TO CHASE A BUTTERBALL FAT RACCOON,
THE EVENING DIDN'T START NONE TOO SOON...

THOSE COONS WERE OUT THERE HE KNEW,
HE'D HUNT UNTIL THE GRASS WAS WET WITH DEW,
WITH THE COMING OF MORNING LIGHT,
HE'D BE WEARING A DOG-TIRED GRIN OF SHEER DELIGHT...

HE HAD MANAGED YET ANOTHER GOOD CHASE,
HE AND THAT COON HAD QUITE A RACE.
BUT THE WOODS WERE FULL OF MANY A TREE,
THE COON HAD ESCAPED AND WAS FOR NOW - FREE...

OLE FITCH KNEW ALL THE HIDING SPOTS,
LOTS OF COONS HAD USED THOSE PLACES QUITE A LOT.
HE'D SNIFF WITH HIS SNOUT CLOSE TO THE GROUND,
OFTEN THAT OLD COON WOULD TURN AND CIRCLE AROUND...

HIS MASTER PACKED A LONG HUNTING GUN,
THEY WOULD TAKE OFF EARLY IN A LOOPING RUN.
THEY NEVER DID KILL NOT ONE SINGLE COON,
JUST OUT SEARCHING BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON...

THROUGH THE WOODS THEY HURRIED WITH A MISSION TO DO,
IF I WAS A COON, I'D WANT TO MAKE A GET-AWAY TOO.
WITH ALL THAT NOISE COMING SO CLOSE BEHIND ME,
I'D TRY TO FIND THE TALLEST, BIGGEST OAK TREE...

I'D JUST SIT PERCHED THERE - NOT MAKE NARY A SOUND,
WHILE OLE FITCH SMELLED AND CIRCLED ALL AROUND.
HE'D SURELY GET WEARY AND GIVE UP PRETTY SOON,
THOUGHT BOTH FITCH AND THAT BANDIT OF A COON...

THIS TOOK PLACE FOR MANY MANY YEARS,
OLE FITCH RUNNING WITH SHARP KEEN EARS.
THEN SUDDENLY TIME CREPT UP ON THIS FAITHFUL DOG,
HE'D RATHER SLEEP THAN LEAP OVER A ROTTED LOG...

HIS MASTER WAS STARTING TO AGE SOME TOO,
SLEEPING IN A ROCKING CHAIR WAS MORE FUN TO DO.
BUT AH THE DREAMS THOSE TWO DID SHARE,
THAT OLD COON NEVER GOT AWAY - HE WOULDN'T DARE...

AS FOR THE COON AND WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM,
IT SEEMS THAT FITCH'S MEMORY HAS GROWN SOMEWHAT DIM.
HE SNEAKS UP AND WITH BEING RATHER SLY,
HE DREAMS OF CRABBING THAT SLOW MOVING FAT GUY...

SO WE'LL LEAVE THESE TWO TO TAKE THEIR SNOOZE,
NOBODY WON - BUT NOBODY DID LOSE.
JUST RACING ACROSS THE CORN FIELDS IN A DEAD RUN,
CHASING COONS AT NIGHT - THE HUNT WAS ONLY FOR FUN...

Written by Adine Cathey
March 22, 2013



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Author: ADINE CATHEY
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