Best Hares Poems

Posting early on a dozing suburban 
hill
Mays warming morning rises and 
Gently wakes.
The dewy hares move through the
Earthy till,
Small dry twigs the nesting pigeons
take.

Blue-high sky...

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Out of the burrows and hedges and dreys
Heads came a bobbing in frantic relays.
Rumours were twittered and grunted and squealed:
‘The Harvester’s coming to furrow the...

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My silky ivory coat keeps me warm in the artic climate,
my keen senses search for prey in the Alaskan wilderness-
When I encounter the mighty mount...

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no more splitting hares
white rabbit's clock is ticking ...
stop passing the buck

03/03/20...

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Wordplay Extravaganza
Sponsor: John Hamilton

Bugs bunny was the silliest hare with such a bright future ahead,
he wanted to give Lola something special, but he gave her...

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For years the men have ruled the roost
so it’s high time ladies soccer got a boost
In July the winning team will lift the cup
it’ll be...

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in a lush meadow

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Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, and the Equinox, Spring 2017

Can you feel her in the blood
The turning tides, the shifting of the skies
Or hear her...

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I thought I’d invite toddlers for tea, 
so my own would stay out of my hair.
They would sit and sip so daintily, 
Follow rules, and...

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The moonlit trees
   Sway drunkenly against
            The kaleidoscopic backdrop.
   ...

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When panthers prowl and lions stalk,
the lone wolves howl and parrots talk.
The bee hives hum and wild boars snort;
the grouses drum; the deer cavort.
And as...

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seagulls surf the wind
my escorts home
across the waves

                 ...

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Animal Freedom

A Christmas walk in soft sun of winter
Across crisp fields of umber and green,
A sharp breeze blowing with freedom
On their faces, aglow with the...

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It is Monday, today is pay the bills and light shop.
All this after we have been for the morning run.
The dogs are always keen, they...

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We met in yonder tavern
hay up top o' meikle hill
bousing  nappy til a' fou
the nite drave on wi' rairing voices
an the nappy growing better
a...

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