Sunset in the Hayfield
Jack Rabbit knew I was watching,
waiting for the perfect shot.
He was taking his time, testing me.
Red Tailed Hawk was a swift arrow,
straight to target from an evening sky.
I sat in tall grass, not fifty feet away.
I was waiting for a shot like that.
Surprised, I had no time
to reach for camera.
Jack Rabbit was not waiting.
Surprised, he had no time
to reach for cover.
Shirley Anne Alexander
2010
2 comments:
Hello. Thought for a moment there I was gonna be chowing down on some jack rabbit stew, but alas and drat, it wasn't to be. I knew this old guy in Los Angeles a few centuries ago. He lived in the apartment complex I did and was in the process of getting a divorce. He had homesteaded a piece of land in Apple Valley not far from where Roy Rogers had his spread. I used to go up there with him and his much younger girlfriend Casey (more on her maybe sometimes). Anyway, he used to take his shotgun and we'd go out looking for jack rabbits. After skinning it on the spot he'd work his magic with a crock pot and in about six hours we would have the best damn stew ever made. Cecil was his name. From Louisiana and worked his way from roustabout in the oilfields to being a big shot for Richfield Oil.
Ha! Thanks Jerry. I remember my brother setting traps for rabbits when we were young--rabbit boxes. He made them himself. My Dad would always cook any wild game. He would boil the rabbit in just a bit of water, covered to steam it. Then, he would either batter it and fry, or make gravy over it. Same with squirrel. Both delicious! Stew sounds good. The only time I miss eating red meat is when I think about some of the wild game I have eaten. Wild meat is healthier--no chemical additives. I've had just about everything except possum and raccoon--won't eat those. Moose meat is better than beef.
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