looks like a lino cut print
From a while
Ago
The dear Hares
Hunted we know
Living on lands
Shared with us all
Including the hunters
Having a ball
With their dogs
And their vile hearts
Killing the Hare
Torturing chasing
A failure of care
Imagine it
nesting above ground
Unlike
The rabbits below ground
Expecting some tike
To come and molest you
Calling it sport
Grown arse like men monsters
Devoid of all thought