I live remotely in the country
My cottage is surrounded by fields
With only a narrow lane
Leading to a once busy road
The area is quite haunted
As creatures of the years past
Can be found in the quiet meadows
My favourite is the ghost hare
Which can be seen just before nightfall
Glowing pale green near the barn gate
It does very little apart from
Staring at the wide wide skies
And then fades into the night
I do find that I am appreciating
Its rare luminosity more and more
As my quiet years are counted