The Creggan White Hare Poem by Alistair Graham

I know damn well the paws will tap the pane
The curtains on the window will be drawn
That mammoth mammal thinks that I’m insane
I’ll trim the lights down low; she’ll think I’m gone

Now I was scared to hell, but there’s no call
While large in size she’s really just a pet
I spotted her this morning on the wall
We exchanged smiles but still we’ve never met

She laid herself out on my car bonnet
Yelling, “look at me the Creggan White Hare”
Damn you Hare, I’m trying to write a sonnet
She gazed at me but truly didn’t care

I spied her that night among the heather
“Good evening madam Hare, lovely weather! ”