Two Dogs

Two dogs, one tall, bark on still gaurd.
Beset on a voyage that is in your vinyard.  
Chasing now the over excited hair from this yard,
To that yard it hops down and fall to a vangaurd.  

Two dogs one stout built lean to the ground.
Chand down the grey hare that just keeps hanging round.
What a sight what a chase how the french is out foxed
Short ears, grey coat, bush tail, and white socks.  

Two dogs, one hair go to war in our court
What a gam that can end in a violent blood sport.
Chansing now to no end for the hair is too quick.
and if caught I would wish for the end to come quick.  

Two dogs fight on as there instincts do rage.
Fill a page with tow dogs are there violence engage.
Yet no matter how ill tempered are the dogs towards the hair, it still hangs in the air, and its capture is rare.

Two dogs pant now for exhausted are they. Yet as calm as a loke are they yet as calm as a lake is the hair through the frey.  For survival has won and their violence has lost two dogs move on and leave the hair in a lot.  

Two dogs one boy by a window his gaze.
Seen a hare and two dogs go to waqr in a maze. For the hedge does stand tall and the bushes grow thick.
Two dogs one boy a grey hair and a witch.

"Mom, I saqw a dead rabbit in the back yard!"