In March or April, between the trees, ears like streamers in the breeze, striding with their long legs in enigmatic zig-zags, sparring and boxing as they go, ardent bucks and exhausted does. They’re creatures of air, spirits of spring, you say,shadowy bookends to the working day. But in in a late summer light circus, when […]
Tag: Hares
March Panic
Seven years ago today, I was in a panic. We were snowed in, for the first time in years, and I needed to get to the station to catch a train southwards. My daughter was due to give birth to her first child and I’d promised to be there. Thankfully, in our village, the snow […]
Boxing Hares
I spotted them between the trees, ears like streamers in the breeze, striding with their long legs in enigmatic zig-zags to an impromptu arena of fresh grass, two mad March hares: an ardent buck boxed around the ears by an exhausted doe, surprisingly fierce. My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Thinkin’ Inside the Box […]
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