Hounds of grace, with noses keen,
American Foxhounds, a joyful scene.
Tri-color coats, a patchwork bold,
Coursing fields, a story told.
Long legs stride, on tireless quest,
Following scent, the ultimate test.
Baying chorus, a symphony grand,
Through meadows green, across the sand.
Sunlight glints on floppy ears,
Unwavering focus, banishing fears.
Fox’s trail, a mystery’s thread,
Unraveled fast, with hearts unfed.
Past babbling brooks, and mossy stones,
The chase unfolds, where freedom groans.
But not for them, the kill’s grim prize,
The thrill of scent, beneath starlit skies.
Homeward bound, with playful bound,
Muddy paws, on joyful ground.
Curled beside the crackling fire,
Dreaming hunts, with sweet desire.
So raise a glass, to the melody bold,
American Foxhounds, stories untold.
In every bay, a spirit free,
Forever chasing, eternally.