The Ballad of the Fox Hunter (Introduction)

I've drawn on poetry over the years
So that I might provide another voice in lyric writing
And another perspective than my own
And one of the poets I've been drawn to has been, the Irish poet; W.B. Yeats

In the ballot of the fox hunter, Yates imagines and focuses in
On the special connection humans can have with another species
In this case, a king's hounds, with whom he would have gone hunting in his day

One blind hound lies apart
On the sun-smitten grass
He holds commune with his heart
The moments pass and pass

The blind hound with a mournful tail
He lifts his wintry head
The servants bear the body in
The hounds wail for the dead

A huntsman Rody, blow the horn
Make the hills reply
The huntsman loosens on the morn
A gay and mournful cry

As someone who's had pets throughout my life
And aspire to be a veterinarian
I can certainly attest to this special connection
One can have with other creatures
And how intuitive they can be