Seeing is Believing

 

You might doubt their existence

our brown hares are rarely seen.

Yet I’ve heard their bewitching

half-human early morning scream.

 

One evening as I cycled by, a hare

standing in a St Thomas lane

offered me a one-eyed stare.

 

                                          Stillness and camouflage its defence

 

                       Closer and closer I came

 

                                           Stillness and camouflage its defence

 

Bugger that, no way

it seemed to say

and showing me a burst of speed

took off

turned sharp left into a cane-field

and disappeared.

 

                                              I rolled on in third gear.