I seem to be on a theme

Thanks to @trippweavepoet for the prompt.

Hunt

The old Bassett
dotters to his feet,
worn down
with age:
his stub legs.

Muzzle
wreathed in gray,
he lifts his head,
sniffs the breeze
and catches a scent.

He follows it
with slow gait
down to the shallow pool
beneath the spring
in the South wood.

Bedded down
in shadow
beside clear water
from deep
within the earth,
he dreams.

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