Hare
Tramping through
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 beating
Of the shallow cover
where he lies hidden
Still hoping to
evade detection
When, at the very
last second
His guile gives
way to fear
And in a sudden
scrambling and scrabbling
A blur of
flashing, dashing action
A scurry of
noise and commotion
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
Rest his
bursting lungs
And pounding
tiny heart
Turning to
regard us, wild-eyed
From the safety
Of his distant
vantage point
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