The White Hare

Landing
a rabbit
lonely in
the snow.

He doesn’t know
I love his
thin-tipped antennae ears
his moon-puff of tail
and the trembling
elegance
of his whiskers.

His hind legs shoot
a powerful leap
-he disappears
white against white

the wind must have
caught my scent

was he glad
to have been noticed
(just a little?)

or was
the color
of love
turned to
black fear
in all his white
solitude?

I wrote this last year, and have recently dusted it off. I unfortunately have never seen an arctic hare, but was glad to meet one in this poem. I imagine they are just like that, moon-tail and all.

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