horses stand wait as the riders grow with anticipation in their red coats as red as blood as the huntsman blows his horn they mount, the dogs sniff below their paws looking for scent as they begin their hunt, the hunted runs for cover through never knowing if they will be discovered dogs run around in packs as riders look from above faces not smiling just looking for blood,they smell his scent they run towards the fence under over they all begin they are running again, horse and rider follows them as the hunted runs again, scared stiff you can see it in his pace as the dogs and riders behind begin to pick up pace, sounds of the horn fill the country air, as the hunted runs for his life not wanting to be there, he hides in a hole as they go galloping past, he lives another day but how long will it last,