Hares

hares bound through the

parched sunflower stems

spilling onto the grass,

before stopping short,

curiously puzzled to see

us at leisure there,

this daily charade, comical

as it is, breathes life into the

torpidity of each afternoon,

soon the raptors will take up

station on telegraph poles

and with dusk creeping in

their aerial ballet will begin,

thus we are held and stroked

in the tender palm of this

pastoral glove in a willing

symbiotic exchange,

our wrapt attention for its

hypnotic natural benefice

Published by grahamrsherwood