Hare

She sits in the silence
Under a sky
Of purple and black
Where the corn ears are high
Acutely aware of her
Whereabouts, she
Loves the sweet nose gay
Some enchanted see
The owl soft and downy
The heron aghast
With his meditation
His shadow is cast
Amongst the bull rushes
That sensory curl
The twitch of her whiskers
Each eye a soft pearl
Gushing with gold
A mercurial stare
So fleet of foot
Suddenly she’s not there

Scampering this way
And that way, for she
Is a magical soul
With such mystery
About her
So Mindful
No dogs need to chase
Just take a look at her
Stare at her
Beautiful face
She can leap
She can burrow
A cherub of sorts
Bewitched and bewildered
Who can capture our thoughts

Fly agaric comes up
With Dawn’s special light
When the snowdrops burst forth
All Incredibly white
Bunches and bunches
Force their bold way
Out of the frost cover every day
She sits in the shadows
In the woods, she
Lives in the now
It’s where she should be
With Frost spangled yearning
And pure modesty