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March Madness: Day Of The Lepus

Written for dVerse Poets Haibun Monday:
Mad March Hare. Our host is Frank Tassone
and this is my haibun response.

Image by Me & Perplexity

The rabbits just don’t understand March. Yesterday they were sprawled across my backyard like small, fur-covered tourists …. sunglasses tilted, ears flat in the warmth, a sweating glass of lemonade balanced on their bellies. One had the audacity to nap! The forsythia, just beginning to think yellow, held its breath. Then came the hail. They scattered in that particular rabbit way …. not running so much as vanishing, reappearing beneath the forsythia’s arching branches as if they had always been there. Their noses sniffed the cold air in search of lemonade and lounge chairs. March’s oldest joke, and still they fall for it every year.

warm sun on brown fur
between one breath and the next

hailstones, then silence

NAR©2026

This is “Mad March Hare” by George Formby

Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

37 thoughts on “March Madness: Day Of The Lepus”

  1. Those rabbits made me chuckle, Nancy! I love the idea of the forsythia holding its breath. We had that too, over the last couple of weeks, sun then hail and then sun again.

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