One of those drones
was in the sky this morning
the police
some over zealously believe
whirring overhead That we’d all
feel threatened
but in my nice blue dress
I could achieve
I came to see
the Hare Family
big ears
and his mistress
and the little ones
Who jog upon the hill
on account
of their long hind legs
and ability
to dash
Sometimes they are mistaken
for the Rabbits
By the so called
city dwelling trash
there is a lot of difference
Rabbit babies, they
Are born blind without any fur
in burrows and their way
is altogether different
from the Hares
who When born can see
they have their fur
and they can dash
As fast as their parents
they can be
They also live
upon the ground
which is the reason why
they are born
where it’s much riskier
under the stars
they lie
in hedgerows
those thorny tangled places
which is where I be
getting a bit caught up
in all of that
mercilessly.
they are always on the look out
their big ears flapping so
and when they are chased by fox
or dogs
they have To really show
A turn of speed like crazy
looking to dash up hill
looking to dash up hill
or underneath some fence
or obstacle which surely will
Slow down those a chasing
assailants so to be
they have this turn of speed
Back when the wolves
were running free
as for the old Rabbit tribes
tbey ,live underground
in their deep down warrens
Always warm and sound
and have many entrances
so they can get away
living in wild spaces
they always need to play
And think about
Where it is to lay
their pretty heads
it must be safe
and well protected
tbis is What’s been said
tbis is What’s been said
safe and sound
in peace and harmony.
every single day.
to pay our due respects
to all the animals
come What May
And, down at their level
i mean you feel in tune
you can hear the worms and beetles
All of them immune
Feeling wholly pagan
as wild as wild can be
where they know they belong
In their historicity.
Littleness is everything
Beyond the urban sprawl
the upgrowth and the undergrowth
where bugs and all else crawl.
extrication and an inkling
in where I should go
take my leave and just believe
i am with the too and fro
the magical the enchanted
the spellbound and the crafte
a Sibyl a wise women
sailing on a raft
in seas beyond humanity
in groves of long ago
reaching out to Hecate
the one soul that I know
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.