This poem is taken from PN Review 21, Volume 8 Number 1, September - October 1981.
The Carpet-Slippered Hare
Dotted and dashed, the indiscreet
snow broadsheet tells the news
in morse tapped out by long back feet
and ladylike front paws;
'The carpet-slippered hare grows desperate
for straws.'
Gnawing our cabbage to its root,
(dropped pellets pay the bill),
...
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