March Hare

 

 

 

And she spotted the blur at once.

 

Standing stock still

 

the spaniel took a stance

 

of anticipation.

 

 

 

One single solitary hare

 

jinked and swerved to the

 

tune of a month’s madness;

 

I attempted to restrain the

 

anxious beast but

 

she was gone, too strong;

 

a gundog unleashed,

 

Instincts released,

 

quarry insight,

 

on comes the night.

 

 

 

Two shadows:

 

weaving amongst grasslands,

 

the hare all speed,

 

the spaniel all duty;

 

I view the spectacle

 

with admiration;

 

beauty and nature

 

as one;

 

as hundreds of years ago.

 

 

 

The spaniel stops in disgust,

 

snorting rapidly;

 

the hare turns, I’m

 

sure he laughs,

 

and takes a bow:

 

the spaniel and I depart:

 

silhouettes showered by moon dust.

 

 Stepthen  Holloway