It carefully poked out its head
Checking if there lingered any dread.
There you were, lying on your bed
Memories beating you until you bled.
If there is one thing that will remain
With you that life will not maim,
It is that you will never refrain
From keeping hope of any gain.
Trees and shadows on the ground,
The bark of a distant hound,
His handler stood and frowned
and wondered what it found.
Inside a bush somewhere
Huddles a small tired hare
Waiting for the hound and his frowning stare
To come and find him there.
The hound and his master, they run,
The master holding his gun
He points it and everything’s done,
The hound has had his fun.
The hare did not know from whence
Came the screams so loud.
He found survival and patience
In the bush he had found.