The Wild Running Hare Poem by Michael John Cook

Incarcerated by despair,
The wild running hare,
Who's homeland is now bare,
Destruction everywhere

Still has the freedom to bound,
Yet no sanctuary to be found,
Barely grass upon the ground,
Destruction all around

The only ray of light,
A luscious pasture in sight,
He'll make for it tonight,
Everything will be alright

One thing stands in his way,
Four lanes of blackened clay,
With beasts running astray,
He cannot wait another day

So brave was the wild running hare,
Driven to despair,
He never made it there,
Destruction everywhere