Poetry kitchen: another sonnet prompt

[alpharaposa]

For settecorvi:

Caught

One night, as I but barely slept
I heard dogs bay, a dozen strong,
With rousing bugle to stir their song.
I pitied the fox, that must accept
That all the tricks of that sly adept
Won't save it from that gathered throng.
The baying hounds, relentless and strong,
Would chase no matter where it crept.

Then later searching the muddied field,
I saw signs of only two great brutes.
So I, a descendant of Pellinore,
Took up my burden, never to yield;
She bound me against all other pursuits
When the Beast denied the manticore.