The area is rural and remote, the nearest cities being Cognac and Angouleme, and is largely agricultural with vines, wheat and sunflowers vying for a space in the rolling meadows.
One morning we had the rare pleasure of spotting that most elusive and mythical of creatures, a hare.
A HARE
Passing by a wheat field, early,
we saw suddenly
a movement:
something camouflaged
had broken
cover and was moving slowly
with a hunched, ungainly motion
to the tree-line
in the distance.
What had seemed, before, a boulder
now was animated, lifelike.
As we turned to watch its progress
in an instant it was sprinting,
all ungainliness forgotten,
into sanctuary darkness
at the all-concealing tree-line.
We walked home
to our commitments.
How we envied it its freedom.
No comments:
Post a Comment