It’s useless now, to haul or kick them off; the hare’s
already stripped, ribs exposed like an un-clad boat,
and Cassie is belly deep in spattered bluebells.
An ex-racer, her back is marred where they said
a trap fell, though it’s likely a lack of insurance
explains the poor stitching.
The hare bolted from tall grass, through the wood,
greyhound and blue-eyed collie following,
blonde Lab and terriers in pursuit.
Now they’re blotched, calm, shod with blood.
One terrier shreds a muscled blackberry leg,
the other slathers bone. The collie watches,
nose on stained paws, as the greyhound
shucks the head, peels wet fur, inverts it
like a winter hat, tell-tale ears
rolled clean away. She licks
and shifts the skull with care,
swiftly mouths the brain.
From ‘The Great Animator’, (2017, Shoestring Press)