GINGERLY walked
the hare,
But the pheasant was
caught in the snare.
At the beginning of my life
All was still
quiet ;
In my latter days
I have met
these hundred woes
Would that I might sleep
and never stir !
Gingerly walked
the hare ;
But the pheasant got caught
in the trap.
At the beginning
of my life
These times were not yet troublous,
In my latter
days
I have met these
hundred griefs.
Would that I might sleep
and wake no
more ! 
Gingerly walked the hare ;
But the pheasant got caught in the
net.
At the beginning
of my life
The times were
still good.
In my latter days,
I have met these hundred calamities,
Would that I might sleep
and hear no
more ! 
Dedicated to Tom and Angelica Clark and to all my
hare, rabbit and deer friends.
Hare, hare, Curtis.
ReplyDelete(And many thanks!)
I've always loved that Dürer bunny. Such ears -- could there be any sound it would not hear?
I was hoping you would and am glad you did. I once had an early morning gym friend who would actually phone her kids on her cell phone during strenuous exercise in order to wake them before school and say "rabbit, rabbit, rabbit" at the beginning of each month. It was silly, obviously, but I admired her dedication and discipline. It's February. We're hoping that the new month brings new and improved items to our door and turns some kind of corner. Jane's first term grades came home today and despite her jitters, they were great. She would like a bass guitar and I think I'll need to make that happen. As I recall, bass (a great big one) is your brother's instrument, correct? Biggish day in chilly Philly tomorrow. I still like the city, but not so much at night. It turns scary early. Curtis
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