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Wednesday 12 January 2011
The hare in the snow
The dawning was clear and the sky was forever
sparkling bright with the shimmering frost
We started our hunt while the shadows were standing
and climbed above Claife er the morning was lost.
The snow it was crisp and the dogs they were panting
the plumes of white breath leaving wraiths in the air
Blackberry questing away out before us
Seeking old Jack the elusive brown hare.
Brindle the lurcher was straining the traces
head high for to watch for the puss to spring out
Then Blackberry flushed yonder Jack from his cover
The leash it was slipped as old Jack came about.
He turned the dogs once and dashed down through the coppice
across the high track and then down to the mere
I thought the deep water would stay his swift caper
but the lake was fast frozen he sprang away clear
Blackberry slithered out onto the slape
and founderd her feet on the slippery ice
but Brindle kept going as the hare started slowing
old Jack though to make one last throw of the dice.
The lurcher kept tracking as the ice started cracking
A booming noise echoed across the wide lake.
The hare made a leap and he crossed the black chasm
and Brindle was left the pursuit to forsake.
The quest it was lost and the dogs came back panting
we stood on the shore at the fringe of the ice
Blackberry calling a tune after Jack
As he loped away free and was gone in a trice
I blew the long horn in farewell to our quarry
as noble a creature as breathed the good air
the note rang around the white hills all around us
and old Jack flicked an ear as he lay in his lair.©mike locke
sparkling bright with the shimmering frost
We started our hunt while the shadows were standing
and climbed above Claife er the morning was lost.
The snow it was crisp and the dogs they were panting
the plumes of white breath leaving wraiths in the air
Blackberry questing away out before us
Seeking old Jack the elusive brown hare.
Brindle the lurcher was straining the traces
head high for to watch for the puss to spring out
Then Blackberry flushed yonder Jack from his cover
The leash it was slipped as old Jack came about.
He turned the dogs once and dashed down through the coppice
across the high track and then down to the mere
I thought the deep water would stay his swift caper
but the lake was fast frozen he sprang away clear
Blackberry slithered out onto the slape
and founderd her feet on the slippery ice
but Brindle kept going as the hare started slowing
old Jack though to make one last throw of the dice.
The lurcher kept tracking as the ice started cracking
A booming noise echoed across the wide lake.
The hare made a leap and he crossed the black chasm
and Brindle was left the pursuit to forsake.
The quest it was lost and the dogs came back panting
we stood on the shore at the fringe of the ice
Blackberry calling a tune after Jack
As he loped away free and was gone in a trice
I blew the long horn in farewell to our quarry
as noble a creature as breathed the good air
the note rang around the white hills all around us
and old Jack flicked an ear as he lay in his lair.©mike locke
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