Coming home....

....tonight I stopped at a field gate.
I climbed over and there she was.
There was a long time just looking at each other,
then she started to move and I dropped my camera.

But with that courtesy that Hares have,
she waited till I'd picked it up, fumbled around, and taken this photograph.

Which is in no way worthy of how beautiful she was.

If my heart had stopped right then,
there is no way I would have regretted this last thing I saw in this world.

But my heart didn't, not right then anyway, so this wasn't