An Open Field

An Open Field

Obstacles are our wings
Someone wrote and
It’s true
Take the hares in an open field:
A cold frost early Spring morning
Near the mouth of the Estuary
A place where the first rays of sunlight
were breaking over the field ahead
glistening with icy dew
then all of a sudden
While everyone else was looking high up for the warblers
Filling the air above with their birdsong
I stood stock still fixed on the sight of the two hares
Doing the dash in turns
Standing still and unafraid
Their ears above the horizon
They ran with an air of freedom
Taking turns covering the other for safety
I thought of me and you.

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A memory from an early morning walk many years ago, came back to me stronger and felt fortified by it!
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Kieran Coogan
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