A quadrille for dverse


Beneath the hedge

long ears turn


capturing vibrations in the air,

nose twitches

with the scent of dog stalking,

flanks quiver

with pounding heart muscles

tensing with the vibrating, quivering


alert in every pulse of the blood

for the moment to leap.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

34 thoughts on “Hare”

  1. Now that it something I’d love to see, Jane, a hare in a field, but I haven’t in a while, only a large rabbit at the petting farm I visited with my grandson and daughter. I enjoy the wildness of hares, the speed and the antics. I detest hare coursing. The lines about the flanks quivering with pounding heart muscles made me quiver too.

  2. Even in town, we get wild hare nibbling at the garden. My wife does not see the beauty of the critters. I take the middle ground.

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