A Poem, To Catch A Rabbit Lamping.

[swg dave 334]

TO CATCH A RABBIT LAMPING

ITS IMPORTANT TO FIRST FIND

THE FIELDS ON WHICH THEY,RE FEEDING

AND ALSO KNOW BEST TIMES.

 

SO BEFORE YOU SET OFF LAMPING

WITH THAT VISION IN YOUR MIND

OF BAGS AND BAGS OF RABBITS

AND YOUR LURCHER.S AT YOUR SIDE.

 

SO ALWAYS DO YOUR GROUNDWORK

AND USE IT AS YOUR PLAN

AND KEEP YOUR PLACES SECRET

DO,NT GO LAMPING IN A CLAN.

 

MAKE SURE YOU FEED YOUR LURCHER,S RIGHT

MAKE SURE THEY,RE RUNNING FIT

FOR AN UNFIT LURCHER LAMPING

THERE,S NOT MUCH POINT IN IT.

 

SO NOW GO RUN YOUR LURCHER,S

AND WATCH IN GREAT DELIGHT

HOW THAT RABBIT RUNS ACROSS THE FIELD

WITH LURCHER IN FULL FLIGHT.

 

ITS NOT ABOUT THE NUMBER,S CAUGHT

HAS LONG HAS YOU HAVE GOT
A NICE OLD HEALTHY RABBIT OR TWO

TO TAKE HOME FOR THE POT.

 

 

ANYONE ELSE GOT ANY,,,,

 

 

 

 

 

[weasellurcher 113]

Our eyes stretch across a field that looks completely bare,

But in amongst the furrows are a fair few hares!

Too spot them is the task, harder than you would think

As they lay down, ears flat no movement except a blink.

a signal with your hand sends the dog over the ditch,

Nose to the ground, off ranging for a witch

The dog picks up pace and takes off on a line,

And then from its form, Jill leaps up flying.

With a kick of there legs and a spray of dirt,

The lurcher pursues, forevever alert.

[The REAL Talpa 2]

Really good these are. Any more?

[darkwood 41]

I went down to the sea one day,the beutiful sea at skye, i left my socks and vest there,i wonder if their dry.

[darkjack86 33]

Not a poem, just a short story l found somewhere and like :

 

 

 

Since the days when the old gods still walked the earth, there have been Greyhounds. Even in those early days, they lived with men, and joined them on the hunt. They took delight in chasing the creatures of the field, the squirrels, the deer, and the hares, oh, especially the hares. Greyhounds and rabbits of all kinds have been adversaries since they were created, for the Greyhound was created to chase the hare, and the hare was created to run from the Greyhound.

Greyhounds have always loved to run, and in those early days just as now, some of them ran faster than others. One of the very fastest of the very first Greyhounds was a white female, whose name has been lost to time. She could chase and catch the fastest rabbits on earth, even while running through deep snow or thick fog. She could run faster than any other Greyhound, faster even than the fastest horse. When chasing a hare with another Greyhound, she always came away the winner. Many men brought their dogs to run against the White Greyhound, and all of them went away defeated. Often she was passed to other human caretakers, as men have always been prone to selling animals in return for money. She did not care; she simply loved to run. After triumphing over many opponents, she began to long for new challenges.

One day after yet another monotonous win, the white Greyhound lay down on top of a high hill, and watched the clouds passing by over her head. For the first time, she noticed the white sky hares, hopping happily from cloud to cloud, blissfully free of fear, since there were no predators in the clouds. She leapt to her feet, her sharp Greyhound instincts keen to chase after them. She jumped into the air as high as she could-and fell quite short of reaching even the lowest of the clouds. She jumped again, and again, to no avail. She could not jump high enough to get to the sky hares. In her frustration, she began to bark and snarl at the clouds and their occupants. The sky hares stopped their hopping about, and looked down at her . They shook their heads and called her a foolish dog. This only infuriated the white Greyhound, and made her continue leaping and barking at the clouds even more vigorously than before. She tried running up the hill and jumping. She tried running down the hill and jumping. She even tried to climb a tree-anything to get closer to those clouds and the sky hares. But nothing worked. She remained on the ground.

The white Greyhound lost interest in everything but one goal-reaching the sky hares. She would not eat, nor drink, nor sleep, nor run. The humans who tended to her were dumbfounded by her continual leaping at the sky, and the loss of her zest for life, for they could not see the sky hares. Some of the other Greyhounds had seen the sky hares on occasion, but they knew their place was on the earth with their human companions, and they had no interest in things they could neither smell nor reach. The white Greyhound began to pine away from lack of sustenance, but still she could not get to those infuriating and unattainable sky hares.

Finally, she fell to the ground, exhausted, and unable to rise again. Her fixation on the sky hares had taken its toll on her body. As she lay on her side, panting open-mouthed, gaunt ribs heaving with every breath, one of the gods of old took pity on her. He granted her wish to be able to chase the hares in the clouds. With a touch of his hand, large glistening white-feathered wings sprouted from the shoulders of the white Greyhound. Her weakened and starved body grew strong and healthy again, and her white fur gleamed like silver in the sunlight. He spoke to her: "You have shown that the desire for the chase is your whole life. You are the epitome of what a Greyhound should be. I will call you Caelestis*, hound of the heavens. You shall chase the sky hares, and also watch over the other Greyhounds that remain here on earth. When they leave their mortal bodies, you shall greet their spirits and lead them to be with friends and masters who have gone before them." And with that, he slipped Caelestis in the fashion of the hunters on earth, and she flew eagerly to the clouds on silver wings to pursue the surprised hares in the sky.

 

[3175darren 1,100]

Good stuff I wish I had the verbal dexterity, to do one,

[flipbull 1,139]

Not a poem, just a short story l found somewhere and like :

 

Good story jack.

 

 

 

Since the days when the old gods still walked the earth, there have been Greyhounds. Even in those early days, they lived with men, and joined them on the hunt. They took delight in chasing the creatures of the field, the squirrels, the deer, and the hares, oh, especially the hares. Greyhounds and rabbits of all kinds have been adversaries since they were created, for the Greyhound was created to chase the hare, and the hare was created to run from the Greyhound.

Greyhounds have always loved to run, and in those early days just as now, some of them ran faster than others. One of the very fastest of the very first Greyhounds was a white female, whose name has been lost to time. She could chase and catch the fastest rabbits on earth, even while running through deep snow or thick fog. She could run faster than any other Greyhound, faster even than the fastest horse. When chasing a hare with another Greyhound, she always came away the winner. Many men brought their dogs to run against the White Greyhound, and all of them went away defeated. Often she was passed to other human caretakers, as men have always been prone to selling animals in return for money. She did not care; she simply loved to run. After triumphing over many opponents, she began to long for new challenges.

One day after yet another monotonous win, the white Greyhound lay down on top of a high hill, and watched the clouds passing by over her head. For the first time, she noticed the white sky hares, hopping happily from cloud to cloud, blissfully free of fear, since there were no predators in the clouds. She leapt to her feet, her sharp Greyhound instincts keen to chase after them. She jumped into the air as high as she could-and fell quite short of reaching even the lowest of the clouds. She jumped again, and again, to no avail. She could not jump high enough to get to the sky hares. In her frustration, she began to bark and snarl at the clouds and their occupants. The sky hares stopped their hopping about, and looked down at her . They shook their heads and called her a foolish dog. This only infuriated the white Greyhound, and made her continue leaping and barking at the clouds even more vigorously than before. She tried running up the hill and jumping. She tried running down the hill and jumping. She even tried to climb a tree-anything to get closer to those clouds and the sky hares. But nothing worked. She remained on the ground.

The white Greyhound lost interest in everything but one goal-reaching the sky hares. She would not eat, nor drink, nor sleep, nor run. The humans who tended to her were dumbfounded by her continual leaping at the sky, and the loss of her zest for life, for they could not see the sky hares. Some of the other Greyhounds had seen the sky hares on occasion, but they knew their place was on the earth with their human companions, and they had no interest in things they could neither smell nor reach. The white Greyhound began to pine away from lack of sustenance, but still she could not get to those infuriating and unattainable sky hares.

Finally, she fell to the ground, exhausted, and unable to rise again. Her fixation on the sky hares had taken its toll on her body. As she lay on her side, panting open-mouthed, gaunt ribs heaving with every breath, one of the gods of old took pity on her. He granted her wish to be able to chase the hares in the clouds. With a touch of his hand, large glistening white-feathered wings sprouted from the shoulders of the white Greyhound. Her weakened and starved body grew strong and healthy again, and her white fur gleamed like silver in the sunlight. He spoke to her: "You have shown that the desire for the chase is your whole life. You are the epitome of what a Greyhound should be. I will call you Caelestis*, hound of the heavens. You shall chase the sky hares, and also watch over the other Greyhounds that remain here on earth. When they leave their mortal bodies, you shall greet their spirits and lead them to be with friends and masters who have gone before them." And with that, he slipped Caelestis in the fashion of the hunters on earth, and she flew eagerly to the clouds on silver wings to pursue the surprised hares in the sky.

 

[flipbull 1,139]

Not a poem, just a short story l found somewhere and like :

 

Good story jack.

 

 

 

Since the days when the old gods still walked the earth, there have been Greyhounds. Even in those early days, they lived with men, and joined them on the hunt. They took delight in chasing the creatures of the field, the squirrels, the deer, and the hares, oh, especially the hares. Greyhounds and rabbits of all kinds have been adversaries since they were created, for the Greyhound was created to chase the hare, and the hare was created to run from the Greyhound.

Greyhounds have always loved to run, and in those early days just as now, some of them ran faster than others. One of the very fastest of the very first Greyhounds was a white female, whose name has been lost to time. She could chase and catch the fastest rabbits on earth, even while running through deep snow or thick fog. She could run faster than any other Greyhound, faster even than the fastest horse. When chasing a hare with another Greyhound, she always came away the winner. Many men brought their dogs to run against the White Greyhound, and all of them went away defeated. Often she was passed to other human caretakers, as men have always been prone to selling animals in return for money. She did not care; she simply loved to run. After triumphing over many opponents, she began to long for new challenges.

One day after yet another monotonous win, the white Greyhound lay down on top of a high hill, and watched the clouds passing by over her head. For the first time, she noticed the white sky hares, hopping happily from cloud to cloud, blissfully free of fear, since there were no predators in the clouds. She leapt to her feet, her sharp Greyhound instincts keen to chase after them. She jumped into the air as high as she could-and fell quite short of reaching even the lowest of the clouds. She jumped again, and again, to no avail. She could not jump high enough to get to the sky hares. In her frustration, she began to bark and snarl at the clouds and their occupants. The sky hares stopped their hopping about, and looked down at her . They shook their heads and called her a foolish dog. This only infuriated the white Greyhound, and made her continue leaping and barking at the clouds even more vigorously than before. She tried running up the hill and jumping. She tried running down the hill and jumping. She even tried to climb a tree-anything to get closer to those clouds and the sky hares. But nothing worked. She remained on the ground.

The white Greyhound lost interest in everything but one goal-reaching the sky hares. She would not eat, nor drink, nor sleep, nor run. The humans who tended to her were dumbfounded by her continual leaping at the sky, and the loss of her zest for life, for they could not see the sky hares. Some of the other Greyhounds had seen the sky hares on occasion, but they knew their place was on the earth with their human companions, and they had no interest in things they could neither smell nor reach. The white Greyhound began to pine away from lack of sustenance, but still she could not get to those infuriating and unattainable sky hares.

Finally, she fell to the ground, exhausted, and unable to rise again. Her fixation on the sky hares had taken its toll on her body. As she lay on her side, panting open-mouthed, gaunt ribs heaving with every breath, one of the gods of old took pity on her. He granted her wish to be able to chase the hares in the clouds. With a touch of his hand, large glistening white-feathered wings sprouted from the shoulders of the white Greyhound. Her weakened and starved body grew strong and healthy again, and her white fur gleamed like silver in the sunlight. He spoke to her: "You have shown that the desire for the chase is your whole life. You are the epitome of what a Greyhound should be. I will call you Caelestis*, hound of the heavens. You shall chase the sky hares, and also watch over the other Greyhounds that remain here on earth. When they leave their mortal bodies, you shall greet their spirits and lead them to be with friends and masters who have gone before them." And with that, he slipped Caelestis in the fashion of the hunters on earth, and she flew eagerly to the clouds on silver wings to pursue the surprised hares in the sky.

 

[The REAL Talpa 2]

One of the best short stories I have ever read. Is it of your own work? If so your a very talented writer.

[darkjack86 33]

One of the best short stories I have ever read. Is it of your own work? If so your a very talented writer.

 

No, l wish l could claim credit here but it is a story l read online and l now cant find it again to credit the author, lt is a really beautiful story isn't it

[Stud dog 632]

Catch it kill it eat it that's the way it goes dog don't catch it sold it goes.

 

The true story of so many people today.

 

Lol ATB

[swg dave 334]

A NEW POEM,,, RABBITS BEWARE

 

Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits beware

for the poacher is afield

out looking for Br,er

 

No nets no guns just lurcher by side

eyeing the fields

from the woods where they hide

 

He is hawking the ground for a dark windy night

that,s when he,ll return

well out of sight

 

Keeper and farmer its what you have got

that the poacher is wanting

to stick in his pot

 

So when farmer,s and keeper,s are resting their heads

old poacher is out

tucking Br,er in to bed..

 

SWG DAVE

[brenner 773]

I think il buy a lurcher

I might just search done deal

Ah jaysus! I just found one

And 150 is a steal !

 

Your man said that its leathal

This dog has done and seen it all

And when its finished growing

It should be twenty inches tall

 

So now we,re in the field

And the guy said "great recall"

I must have got the name wrong

Cause he wont come back at all

 

The f****r sees a rabbit

Gives chase and starts to sound

He sounds just like a beagle

And the rabbit goes to ground

 

Im gonna catch this lurcher

and then il find yer man

On second thoughts im bollixed

Cause i bought it from his van...

 

 

 

This poem was written by me so no copying it and making millions of it ye b*****ds ! Lol

[THE STIFFMEISTER 15,576]

Stiffy smashed wilfs face in for the crack. Then had some carrot cake

 

The end

[brenner 773]

Rabbits watch your back

 

Here i come you b*****ds

You better watch your back

Im gonna catch a dozen

And put you in a sack

 

But wait, i have a problem

I really need a shit

And these boots i bought in aldi

Are letting in a bit

 

With soggy feet, and cheeks held tight

I think of heading for the van

And now ive just remembered

At home i have some cans

 

Okay you furry b*****ds

Tonights your lucky night

You may count your lucky stars

Thers no toilet roll in sight

 

But dont think i wont be back some night

With lamp and dog in hand

So long as game of thrones isnt on

And i havnt any cans