Hare roams and ranges in a hurry,
while Tortoise lacks the grace of speed.
Swift and nimble, Hare’s in a flurry,
Tortoise breathes and never leads.
While Tortoise lacks the grace of speed,
the Hare breaks his leg in a hunter’s trap.
Tortoise breathes and never leads,
Hare lost his speed with a haunting—snap.
Walking the path with thoughts of glory,
Tortoise heard the shattering bone.
Through murky shadows, dark and weary,
Hare will fade—Alone, Alone.
Tortoise heard the shattering bone,
“Go back for him,” his mind would plead.
The Hare did fade—Alone, Alone—
Since Tortoise left him there to bleed!
Tortoise leaves the wood, his secret safe,
with cheers in his ears and claps on the back.
Slow and steady won the race,
but guilt weighed on his mind, in fact.
With cheers in his ears and claps on the back,
Tortoise smiled away his shame.
Guilt weighed on his mind, in fact.
He sold his soul, Hare died in pain.
Tortoise lived for many a year,
and never entered those woods again.
Hare on his mind, his heart did tear
and bleed each day since then.
He never entered those woods again,
In fear that departed Hare lingered there
to forever bleed each day since then,
and Tortoise lived (and died) in fear.
Written Fall, 2012