Lepus in Agro
A hare from the Form
Up with the light of day
Escaped now from the storm
High pressure run away
On the edge of town
Timidity keeps her safe
Rolling hills around
As quiet as a waif
Those who harm a hare
Regrettable offence
Caught now unaware
Suffer grave consequence
Many men head south
With purpose in their eye
A food source word of mouth
Hares end drawn nigh
Now the forms are hollow
And the peasants stomachs full
The woodlands cry of sorrow
And the men are soon to fall
Writer/s: Jonny Day
