In a late summer light circus,

Shards of watery sunshine

Moved in and out of focus.

From my hide of grass I noticed,

Unaware that I was there,

A large-eared hare

Lolling in the meadow.

With twitching nose

And whiskers trembling,

It made a sudden spring;

With lopsided gait it broke into a run,

Burnished fur glimmering in the sun.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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