Live for the Chase

By Hannah Bertalot

Traipse the forest, find a note. 

Crumpled in the brush, the author was in a rush,

So we study it closely to see what they wrote.

‘Don’t let it get away, weasel, mouse, rabbit.

Listen to them flee, hear the birds cry out. 

Don’t hesitate, our kind is prone to that bad habit.

Long for the fields, watch them run about. 

Hide in the trees, they run at the sight of us. 

Life won’t last long if you live like a runt,

So we live for the chase, and strive for the hunt.’