Closed in, like a hunted animal.
I lie dazed and confused.
Yet I know they are after me,
And it is no time to feel sorry for myself.
Drag your ass off the pavement,
And find another hide out.
They will set the hounds to find you,
And your days will be numbered.
Once they have your scent
They will track you down fast.
You know all this before hand
And have set up false scents.
Love ya!
Jane
Your poem contains some chilling advice for those that feel the hounds are at the door.
Ron