Mr Brown Hare

Mr Brown Hare
With your scut in the air
A pretty good gait
The fastest around
Mighty long legs
Farm heathland meadow
Grasslands and forests
Anywhere found

Cereal crops, buds
And tree bark all favourites
Wild grasses packed
With great vigour and strength
No hibernation
And no fat store either
In March boxing courtships
They go to great length

Pentacle cottage
Beside the wild forest
The rue ruled by Mars
It’s element fire
On the gate sits a raven
His cloak of black satin
A magical property
Certainly prior

To the witches garden
Many wild flowers
Spell binding aromas
With magical powers
The deer and the hare
Play upon the soft ground
Foraging carefully
For what’s around