Swift sweet solitary soul
Ode to a Hare
Here, here for the hare.
Swift sweet solitary soul.
Wild and world-renown.
Albrecht Durer depicted your glorious soft fur,
framed in fire light.
Ancient folk engraved your majestic profile on cave walls.
Heralded as a God in days gone by.
Showing off feats of mystical strength chasing
planes on runways.
Today your sense of fun knows no limits.
Walk, why walk you say?
I’m larger and hearted and longer
limbed than my cousin the rabbit.
Pounding my feet to gather attention.
My boxing prowess takes some beating.
Darting in circular patterns and leaping, I dodge my foes.
Confusing others stock still another trait.
My coat camouflaged in the countryside.
Confusing others with my contradictory characteristics.
Curiosity and healthy fear of humans.
My lust for life knows no bounds. Swift sweet solitary soul.
Photo of White Mountain Hare
by John Johnston on Flickr