Hare Courting
March comes in like a lamb,
yet the Hare will be segueing in the flutter
of a blue painted eyelash.
His pounding feet drum the ground
here in this sunniest of crisp cold days
as his lover comes over the hill
ears aflopping, eyes alluring….
“Come my love” she says….
“It’s time for Spring”.
Hare Sculpture in the grounds of Chippenham Park, Suffolk. With kind permisson of the Hare.
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Hey Flick. Great little poem. I want to nominate you for this Liebster Award – It’s just a bit of fun and a way of getting to know people on here I think. Here is the link to it if you want to take part: http://rosiebrownfightingstigma.wordpress.com/2014/03/02/511/
Hey Felicity – here is the message 😀 xx
Brilliant THANK YOU ROSIE! 😀 xxx