He flaunts

In curious delight

Standing water

Triggers the primal urge

to breach

ditches, culverts and duck ponds

The weather is perfect

Still, cool and dampish

The rank of moor mud

Is his own perfume

A silver coat palls not his scars and lumps

Inconsequential to his kind

Nigh an entirely white muzzle

with aflamed expression

as he ricochet into

an infinity of tall prairie

Tracking, searching,

A hound conquering

Mandibles clutching

the trophy remains

a small mammal

Pine cones

A slice of pizza

A used condom

Gratifying as it is unpleasant

Spoils as it is spoiled

always emerging victorious.