The early autumn light
Gentle like the breeze
The hare bounding, skipping
Hurtling through the field
The harvest just brought in
This stubbly land
Of broken corn
A perfect place for play
The eyes are deep
Dark, hollow pits
Staring up toward
A blue resplendent sky
My dog gets closer now
Closer than she should
A friendly, nosey sniff
A stern, swift warning sees her clear
I see the hare up close now
And work out what it is
Blackened, rotten, stinking flesh
Laid right there in the combines track
A sad and lonely sight
An end not worthy
Of one so young
And fleet of foot
