Poetry and Lamentations

The hare's lament

You see my broken body,
in slavering jaws.
You see my eyes clouding over,
and life ebbs from my paws.
You see my once erect ears torn,
ripped apart to shreds.
You see my bright eyes close,
and blood stains the grass red.
I was a free spirit once and roamed the fields,
my heart leapt like a cricket in spring.
At night I was elusive as a shadowed witch.
The meadows see me as King!
I was alive once. Alive with life and power,
and I lived as I lived; innocent.
I was alive once, till you came with your slaves,
and upon me the slaves you set.
They chased me at night without mercy,
they chased me at day with no pity.
My blood ran hot and cold as my feet spurred me on,
my mind was no longer free and witty.
Terror seeped through and choked my throat,
my breaths mere ragged gasps.
He is running for his dinner, I am running for my life,
soon by teeth my fate is to be grasped.
And I lie here now, my life ebbing away like the tide,
I'm dying...
I lie here now and it's your fault; you and your slaves!
I'm dying...