Hare 3

Strident in centre field,Startled a long run it makes Limbs long and leanAcross the evening field it sprints, A back-lit golden dart;Partially shielded above the The boundary ditchTo watch and listen,Then in another direction, Over splash of greenApollo’s arrow spears the sun.

Hare 2

Bold in the lane Totally still A statuesque form Aligned to a bronzeCast by the evening sunExhibit 2Then… Alerted It’s ears twist and are raised Like a muntjac from behind So raised are the hind legsGear changed and foot down Shower gravel as they springBurning rubber on a sixpence Through the gateway and gone.