Once Upon A Hare-Raising Dream

• Irene Caravas, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

As I was cleaning the stairs,
I witnessed lots of hares
Scrambling up and down,
Various shades of black, white, grey and brown.
I rushed them into my room,
Although visitors would be here soon.
Then they arrived,
Making their entrance alive!
I drove them out the door,
Followed by them intruded some boar.
To unwind, I perched myself on a chair and ate some cakes,
Just freshly baked.
The boar scurried out the door
With a colossal roar.
This was all a dream,
A wacky but attention-grabbing one, it seemed.