Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Dappled Hunter

It is the early morn and I

Do quickly cross the grass filled dew.

Ahead my quarry I do spy,

A badger is running fast to

Escape me, but I know for sure

I'll find its burrow and with skill

Corkscrew my wiry, dappled fur,

And find my prey and make my kill.

And then on short legs I will drag

The badger carcass back to where

My human can see my fine bag,

And pat my head of dappled hair.

A double dapple dachshund  dog,

My hunting skills leave all agog.