Feb 2014 Hares

We watched the March hares

Bounding on the plain near Westhay

Hunkering down between rows of corn storks

Then leaping up to mate

As if to juxtapose the desolation, they procreate

In the ruins of winter

While the Spring time comes in to take its turn

Then they bound away

They leap ears back or flat to the wind

At play now

Nothing but them the sky,

The field and the day