poetry by j matthew waters

the hounds of cedar county

come hell or highwater
they aspire to skulduggery
on any given evening
feeding their winning ways
with fire & rain & dirty money

they are the merriest troupe
known to go a-hunting
on any given evening
marching along the creekside
long-handled shovels in tow

january two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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