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The Town Rabbit in the Country
THREE hours ago in Seven Dials
She lived awaiting all the trials
That haunt her race, but now shall be
Freed on the lawn to play with me.
In the dim shop her eyes were grey
And languid; but in this bright day
To a full circle each dilates,
And turns the blue of Worcester plates
In the unaccustomed sun; she stares
At strange fresh leaves; the passing airs,
Outstretching from her box's brink,
She gulps as if her nose could drink.
Now o'er the edge she scrambles slow,
Too pleased to know which way to go --
Half dazed with pleasure she explores
This sunny, eatable out-of-doors.
Then shakes and tosses up her ears
Like plumes upon bold cavaliers --
The dust flies out as catherine-wheels
Throw sparks as round she twirls and reels --
Her spine it quivers like an eel's --
Over her head she flings her heels,
Comes down askew, then waltzes till
She must reverse or else feel ill --
Reverses, then lies down and pants
As one who has no further wants,
Staring with half-believing eyes
Like souls that wake in Paradise.
Camilla Doyle
One thing to remember is to talk to the animals. If you do, they will talk back to you. But if you don't talk to the animals, they won't talk back to you, then you won't understand, and when you don't understand you will fear and when you fear you will destroy the animals, and if you destroy the animals, you will destroy yourself.
Chief Dan George
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The jackrabbit is not a rabbit; it is a hare.
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