Yelling with the Crowd

From somewhere deep in the woods
A pack of dogs sound discovery.
Perhaps a 'possum or a 'coon,
Or maybe that old black bear
A farmer said he saw crossing
Our dirt road causes this choir
Of tenor cries.

I will not get my gun to investigate
What surprised the dogs.
It’s dawn and there is coffee
Left to drink with thoughts
Of the last time I was
Excited enough to yell
With the crowd,
Witnessing the unexpected.