With houses hogging every lot
the habitat is shrinking fast
for hounded hares of
who cling to every clump of grass.
They‘re long and lean
with ears to match
and walk with rocking gait.
Rumps up, heads low.
In howling wind they hunker down
on sparsely covered bits of ground
and run with blinding speed when danger’s near.
Then disappear in broad daylight.
And when I think we’ve seen the last
I scan the vacant lots’ tall grass
and there they sit this tiny band
of hounded hares from