Just This ...
Went for a walk in the snow today –
the fields lay pristine. Looking down
from the hill to the road – unusually quiet;
hushed as a prayer. Every sound, muted …
The caw of a crow from the willow, the baying
of a horse in the neighbouring farm, the roar
of the 12.30 Easy-Jet out of Luton to Majorca …
and then I spotted them. Two hares – playing
in the snow like a couple of kids. And so
they rolled on their backs – had a boxing match.
Ran, pell-mell – played tag in and out the hedgerow
and then, they caught my scent and were off
like a shot. What they left behind was sheer magic
to my eyes. For there, for all to see, was their inherent
love of life – their unique philosophy told by paw-prints
in the snow, ‘Just this … here … now’.