The true red hare is dead
and bleary eyes stare up
pale warmth, the true red hare
is dead now, fur still warm
and mouth ajar, teeth jagged,
paws stiffening, soft still
the true red hare has died
in the early hours of a tear stained
Monday morning,
my red hare is dead now and
I miss him so.
(28th October 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Puisi"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
