ribbon ears streaming back in the breeze.
A twitch, a nostril flares,
head up with brown eyes alert.
Up, side, forward, side-graceful
leaps and bounds.
Angled against the oncoming threat.
I am not one of lifes natural poets; however I needed a poem to show the children at school the use of description to create an image, so I wrote my own. Like many people I have a love for hares; I find them graceful, fascinating and beautiful. We are very lucky here in Nottinghamshire as it is an ideal place to see them, large flat fields, hedges for cover.
And this was the present: my husband knows I have a thing about tall ships and bucaneers. This little man arrived in the post this morning.
I have another pirate project in the offing as well....