Saw a hare today so close I heard it breathe
ran straight by me then looked back
showing me how fast it can run
faster than anyone
follow me if you dare it's eyes shone
orange ringed bright speed and light
she won't hide and she won't fight
she'll just run
fastest thing in her fields
spring comes soon
dogs and guns
she'll keep running
leaving the parking lot
i see a little hare
making his misty-eyed way into
the undergrowth framing the concrete,
where near the highway, morning greenery is exhaling.
it is small,
--intoxicating to see such
in the midst of
home depots, city buses, roughriders fans.
--makes my [aniruddha] heart soar.
in the mountains of virginia there live a little hare
he could play a banjo and played it everywhere
he had a country rhythem and little dancing feet
people came from miles around to hear is country beat
he just love to play and give the crowd a show
he would play all day until it was time to go
then he would take a bow and wave the crowd goodbye
then of again he went beneath the sunset sky
There's a Tale of hare
named Bugs, wisecracking
who raced against
a Tortoise green.
Mercedes grey speeding
a schlepping spect,
a North Face jacket
on fruitcake's trek.
Neither racers strangely
notice that child
born on dented stripes,
by side road way.
Is life a sacred race?
a finishing face?
Dying memories trace
a cove and net
lacing U and who?
What's up Doc?
I hear your voice
who's love does bare.
False Saffron leiter
extort and retorts weiter!
baiting babies to finish fear.
A cartoon film
skipping and tear
telling a child's tale
reel ending here.
Efforts run a trickling stream and Good Intentions leap a head, Dedication fights the hardy fight
Lackadaisical rides the flow. Respite comes up fare, Desire strives ever forward, only few will
Make the race, but Doing lags behind. Effort holds up, slowing a tiny bit the end not yet in sight
Good Intentions has already died, Dedication surges toward the finish.
The finish line is not so far, Lacky fell off quick, Respite finds one or two, Desire is crawling, Effort
Is right behind, Dedication takes the easy way out. Doing is plodding, trudging up the hill, but, picks
Up Desire before it falls...Effort is gone, some laugh, laugh at the race, but winning is None the Less
with Doing and Desire right along.
"Eating hares is an adaptation;
it provides convenient nourishment
and pleasant sensations:
why should I not consume you?"
You have only to look, he said,
into my wide-eyed, whiskered face
to see the adaptation
that would make you human.
Blue eyes, bald head, haggard skin...dead...
It was like a race
with a bet for her life if she lost
Her delicate figure encased by a
but no match for the hare that
infects her blood
speeding through the race
...speeding through her life
the hare slowed down,
taking a rest
letting her, the slow tortoise
gradually start to win this race
Steps from the finish line
steps from overcoming this battle
Cancer won the race...and her life
Dedicated to Carol MacPherson
there was little hare and he just long to be
a shining knight in armour back in history
riding in a joust with a big long lance
riding on his steed as it began to prance
then a fight with swords clashing in the sun
this would be a challenge and give him lots of fun
sitting round the table like proper knight
with a feather in his hat very big and bright
then he would go to sleep in a great big tent
and think about his day and how his day was spent