Red Dog (Poem by Rudyard Kipling)

Red Dog

By Rudyard Kipling

For our white and our excellent nights — for the nights of swift running,

        Fair ranging, far-seeing, good hunting, sure cunning!

For the smells of the dawning, untainted, ere dew has departed!

For the rush through the mist, and the quarry blind-started!

For the cry of our mates when the sambhur has wheeled and is standing at bay!

            For the risk and the riot of night!

            For the sleep at the lair-mouth by day!

                It is met, and we go to the fight.

                                Bay! O bay!