The Cape Hunt Poem by Gert Strydom
The Cape Hunt
Foxhounds bark and tare away
with tails in the air
like guiding antennas
as if chasing a spectral bone
While hunters dressed in black
and some in red
with white helmets
follow at full gallop
urging their horses on.
What a spectacle they make
while they race
through the field
as they have being doing
since eighteen twenty-two.
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