The Arctic Hare
By well-wisher
Fri, 10 Dec 2010
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Now where is the hare?
Is it here or there?
With its coat so white,
it keeps out of sight.
And if not for that magic coat,
it’d be prey to fox or stoat,
the Arctic wolf or snowy owl
or polar bears out on the prowl.
Yet the hare can see what’s unseen;
smell willows underground
with twitching nose and, with its keen
ears, hear the slightest sound.
You glimpse a black tipped ear;
its eyes, jewels in the snow
but then it disappears.
Now where did that hare go?
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Hi well-wisher, what an
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi well-wisher,
what an amazing poem you have written here, it's so
full of nature, which I love.
Thankyou for a very enjoyable read.
Jenny.
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This is lovely,
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This is lovely, well-wisher.
It reminds me of a day last winter when we had a heavy snowfall and in the field next to my house were two hares (not arctic ones I hasten to add) chasing each other and having a wonderful time rolling around in the white stuff. It was quite some sight and indeed I wrote a poem about it too.
I like this stanza of yours especially:
"Yet the hare can see what’s unseen;
smell willows underground
with twitching nose and, with its keen
ears, hear the slightest sound."
Tina
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Hi again! Yes, I love
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi again! Yes, I love rabbits too, but hares are something else! The ones round here are quite big and their ears - so very long. My poem is on ABC, by the way, and called 'Just This ...' written last February, in case you are interested;-)
And speaking of the Chinese Zodiac, I think I'm a pig!! Which says it is really;-)
Tina
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