The Rabbit Heart

Cornered deep beneath a gasp
The rabbit heart trips thunder
As the teasing, staggered hedges wink
Suggestively at plunder.
Risk is lashed to a moment’s dash
From still to silent islands
Leaving unseen wakes of tiny fright
Through the pirate sea of gardens

Above panting in the warren dank
Where the rabbit heart soft stumbles,
Winter even softer struts
Upon the heath that autumn humbles.
But light, not cowed, bright showers down
Warming acres spliced and spoiled.
In shading shafts the rabbit sees
Pirates failed by famine foiled.

jsk.10 Aug 04