He danced with all the ladies
sword at his side
metals on his chest
a fine bushy faced fox
at wartime cotton patch cotillions
When hounds were heard
howling his name
across the river
he tucked his tail and fled
into the woods and fields
Yipping in shadows until
Rutherford leashed the hounds
the dandy fox reappeared
telling stories of bare handed
killings of bear with only a knife
8-8-20
My husband's poetry 
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