An insight into my life or the Witch and the Hare

Scrapes and forms
Are where we reside
Never static
We prefer
To be nomadic
For We can hide
In plain sight with
Big ears and eyes
I am a doe
Did you realise

Once like you
I was a witch
The switch is true
We can but try
To find our haven
Under the sky
8 months old
So fully grown
A spell of study
A synergy
Us Hares with birds
For we
Owl and Lapwing
Nest within
And the ancients
Have been known to grin

At when they chased us
And we disappeared
And they found and egg
Which so endeared
Their spirit really, for actually, they
Thought the egg they found
Was one we did lay.
But its not so
The birds you see
Cooperated constantly

With Over zealous bucks about
I mean they leave us in no doubt
Such a bother for us you see
We Does are living sensitively
And its so frustrating what they do
we retaliate, we do, it’s true
Us females really a Fisty cuff
A boxing match to prove how tough
We are, and that’s the reason why
People see us sparring, under the sky

We eat at night nocturnally
During the day we rest, we be
Searching for sedges and grasses we
Seek out nutrition carefully
Country folk see us represent
Fertility abundance apparently
We are herbivores all through
We live by ourselves or in pairs
It’s true
Built with hearing very clear
And vision too
Our faculties
Are excellent and it does please
Us all to find
Our engineering
Is particularly endearing

We can change colour
Which is good
In Winter we are whiter and
We remain
much safer
So we should
Although we are resident
What we have found
A smaller number are now on the ground
Our number much lower
For hunters abound
And farming is damaging
That’s what we’ve found
We are elusive
Magical beings
The order of Lepus
Less of us around
Witches. transform
It’s a closeness that we
Appreciate greatly
Where else would we be
She in the knowledge
Our sisters outside
Identify with us
And do confide

Our offspring are born
Fully furred
Open eyed
And all above ground
It’s their mythical side
Ready to run from the predators who
With their hounds try to murder us
That’s what they do

When the hunters a chasing
We use our guile
We lay down in the slope
Hunters on seeing this
Some cannot cope
They think we disappear
Well we do in a way
We can run like the clappers
And turn round and play
Out the whole chase
It’s like magic for they
Are clumsy and dopey
And just have no way

No realisation
Now’t tween their ears
I mean to say hunters
Are a right load of queers
High on the hard stuff
Eyes bunged up with sleep
Fat around their hearts
Enough to make them weep

We have all been around
Since the Iron Age I hear
Some carbon dating
Apparently clear
The Romans brought us over
Apparently
And we’ve managed to exist here
In perpetuity

We forage at Dawn
And at Dusk
Where we know
It’s safer from foxes
And horned owls who show
Us loads of aggression
And what we have to do
Is be quick on the uptake
And not clueless to

The old forage game
In the presence of those
Humanoid heartless
Whose poison it flows
Everywhere in rivers across the fields
A toxic residue we all know builds
Up, there is glyphosate
A killer to all
So many hazards
We can go to the wall
Worrying actually
What the many unkind
Do cogitating
As so many find

Toxicity reigns
Buttercups far and wide
Foxgloves are deadly
No place to hide
Primroses,Columbine Comfrey
And Yew
Holly and Ivy
What a vile crew

They kill us all outright
Legs in the air
Hearts pumping like steam trains
And farmers don’t care
Nobody cares these days
Only those who
Follow the crafte
And remain good and true.

We have so much to think about
It’s vile you see
Being stuck in the woods
Under some tree
Out in the fields
Where harvesters ply
Where car tracks are present
And where many die

They drive at great speeds
Dropping litter each day
All sorts of shit
Is now on display
You can find them
And threaten them
They do not care
They have shit for brains
And so few are aware.