a march of hares has past here
one by one into the sum
of all converged as woods
a tale as quiet as snow perhaps
if not for the wolves lolling
in their den snug and warm with pups
yawping like re-invented Whitman's
undiminished songs of self
the hares march onward
toward unknown moment
leap and leap calm unhurried
scent on wind drifts calm unhurried
to the wolves den warm and snug with pups