How do you like my serious poem?
THE NAMES OF THE MOUNTAIN HARE.
Mountain Hare, Blue Hare,
Old Miss Grey, Young Miss White .....
The ghost of Winter
With one foot in spring
White when the hill has turned green
Little Miss Distance, Turncoat,
Heather Duster, Disappearing Act .....
Who travels in time but stands outwith
Who has made a deal with Old Mother Scotland
Who has twenty one gears but rarely needs them all
Who could go a lot faster
Who is not a rabbit
Nor a lamb
Nor a stone.
Who will use a path if there is one
Fly an inch above the heather if there is not
Explode at our feet and be a distant statue
Before we can say any of her names.
Snow Rocket, Windcheater,
Ghost for all Seasons .....
Who leaves footprints white
Upon white just to show
She can touch the ground.
Our Friend On The Hill,
Little Secret .....
Who can become two hares
In two places at once
Hide behind the Moon at midday
Slip between this world and the next
Taking us with her
Before we can say Lepus Timidus,
Another of her names.
Before we can say Lepus
(Might suggest a lame attempt to capture the hare by saying its name, and missing by a mile.)