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