Tag: baby hare
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Leveret
This is a poem I wrote about 8 years ago when Dad found a baby hare in our garden. Fawny-furred and tawny-eyed, As soft as heather is your silky hide. And such a precious little thing are you And delicate in the same way as glass I am afraid the world in which you bide…
The Hopeful Edwardian 