Little White Hare


Little white hare,

sitting in the brush.

Perfectly aware

life is never just.

Nibble on the shoots,

and run when you must.

You look just like the snow

came alive in a rush.

Little white hare,

you take in the air.

Ears hear everything,

here and everywhere.

They say that you can run

from where the living dare

to where the dead walk,

in the sky and in the air.

Little white hare,

so close to the Earth.

A half a step from death

since the moment of your birth.

Litter of so many,

of which you were the first.

Quicker than your sisters

and your brothers,

but your curse,

is to be hunted

for the purpose that you serve.



DJR – 2023

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