Moving like the Hare

The rush, the retreat.

I can’t remember the last time I saw a hare. It was before we moved to this place. I encountered them fleetingly and infrequently on the hills above Clyro. Once, only once I saw them boxing, a display as ridiculous as it is fascinating for a creature so elegant. That day was special because the two fighting creatures had attracted a small flock of red k…