.                              A Hare’s Breath


C ursing is what comes to mind

                                    Because I have heard the Hare

Scream whilst trying to catch its

                                       Breath fleeing in the direction

Of a Butterfly I am angry at my

                                    At my father for taking me there

To toughen me I was a weakling

                                 And Guinness at Golden's on the

Way home because they said it

                                Was good for me give me strength

And here am I never played any

                               Sport I remained sensitive became

A naturalist a poet a vegetarian a

                                Teetotaler a softie an animal rights

activist and I am still alive because

                                according to The Mayo Clinic, one

Has to be truly tough, to be old?