The doe hare

For the dverse prompt.

The doe hare

It’s over now the rough and tumble play,
Racing up the meadow down the hill,
As soon as there was sun to light the day,
At night the moon, a carefree doe until
The nestlings came, born running, quick and bright.
No burrow, just the overarching sky,
Their shelter meadow grass, and through the night
The darkness shields them from the fox’s eye.
No one sees the mother feed her young,
No track she leaves, no scent for fox to find,
And careless leaps away, soon lost among
The barbs of dog rose, bramble canes entwined.
Creature of the wind, the wild and free,
If you but thought, I’m sure you’d pity me.