Hare
Tramping across the
muddy field
Cropped
corn-stalks crackle underfoot
Scrape and scratch
the boots of many walkers
An advancing army
of legs
And pounding tired
feet
Which threaten a
heavy trampling
Of the shallow cover
where he lies hidden
Hoping still to
evade detection
When, at the very last
second
His nerve gives
way to fear
And in a sudden
scrambling and scrabbling
A scurry of noise
and commotion
A blur of flashing,
dashing action
And flurry of
brown and grey and white
An exploding ball
of energy
He darts away in unheeding
panic
Springing,
leaping, bounding from his hide
Escaping into the
wide-open spaces
And the freedom of
the field’s-length
At full speed,
ears pinned back
And in seconds is
a furlong far away
Where he can stop
to pant
And rest his
bursting lungs
And pounding tiny
heart
Turning to regard
us
From the safety
Of his distant
vantage point
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