Francis Duggan

The Dying Cry Of A Hare - Poem by Francis Duggan

Out there in the darkness the dying cry of a hare
It pierces the silence of the calm night air
Then silence as the vixen she makes her way
To her den to share with her cubs the meat of her prey
'Tis a fact of Nature and facts never lie
That for some to live some others must die
The creatures of Nature don't have sins to forgive
The hare had to die for the foxes to live
At this time of year the vixen hunts night and day
In nine out of ten of her chases the quarry gets away
The cry of a dying rabbit or hare in her mouth to her a thrill
For herself and her cubs to survive the vixen has to kill
On this cool and calm night in the Spring of the year
The cries of a dying hare such a sad thing to hear.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 13, 2008

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