I wrote "The Hunt is Moving Out" after watching Opening Hunt leave for the first time without me. I sstill feel the same way.

The Hunt is Moving Out

 Oval's been left in kennel
 and the hunt is moving out.
 She howls her misery to the skies,
 "Come back and let me out.
 Remember I can find the line
 no matter where it goes,
 and my nose is still as good,
 I'm just a little slow..."
 
 My horse is in the stable 
 and the hunt is moving out.
 He kicks the stall and calls to me,
 my lame but willing mount.
 
 He's twenty two, his speed is gone
 he gives his stall a blow.
 For once a horse has hunted,
 he always wants to go.
 
 My boots are in the closet
 and the hunt is moving out.
 There's a sadness in my spirit
 and a longing in my heart.
 
 To whip again, to fly the fence,
 to be with them as they go,
  I know I still can do it,
 but I'm just a little slow.
 

                                                                                             Beverly J. Crouter