A Glimpse of Jack O’ Hare

October 27, 2019 at 9:41 pm (Commentary) ()

A Glimpse of Jack O’ Hare

It had been a cold September and cold early October
So all the leaves had fallen off the trees early this year
Autumn was usually his favourite time of the year 
And it was the autumn colours of the leaves on the trees that made it so 
But this year it was autumn without leaves of colour

What is the day without the sun?
Or the night without the moon?
It would leave one with an empty feeling 
Such is the case with an autumn without leaves of colour 

Vivaldi’s Four Seasons suddenly reduced to three 
Oh, what a sad melody! 
Living in a city close to the mountains 
that created its own climate 
And often cast a chill on early autumn 

He had lived so many years in a northern woodlands city
Where the trees turned into coats of many colours 
And waved their garments of wonder to the sky
during days and nights of gentle autumn breeze

But he really had only 2 friends in that city 
His father
and a wild hare jack rabbit that lived in the back yard
His father died 
And he was forced to move out of the house
Leaving his only other friend to fend in the back yard for himself
Were the house’s new owners as kind to rabbits?

He moved to the West Coast
Only to discover that the West Coast was the playground of the very wealthy 
If you didn’t have vast wealth
you could only exist on the West Coast 
One could never really live

So home to his province he came
This time to the city in the south
The city where chinook winds blew cold in the autumn 
and slew the glory for which autumn is noted

Days and nights that were magical
were days and nights he encountered a jack rabbit
Because they reminded him of his friend Jack
He usually saw one or maybe even a few while walking across a field

A few nights ago
As the autumn chill raced through his bones 
He saw one in a parking lot of all places
Both human and hare stopped to look at one another
The hare decided this human was no threat to him
So seemingly it looked like the hare saluted him 
And then moved on

Like the proverbial two ships that pass in the night 
What tales might that jack rabbit have told?
What adventures have befallen him?

A glimpse of another Jack O’ Hare
But sometimes a glimpse of hope is all that’s needed.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday October 27th


  1. annieasksyou said,


    This was extremely poignant.

    I know you said you’d like a dog but couldn’t have one. May I suggest a pair of guinea pigs? They are very sweet animals that don’t need much space and I don’t think are expensive to maintain. Just a thought.


    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Hi Annie,


      I rent a room in a house owned by a co-operative community housing organization.

      The rent is very reasonable and it is a large spacious house.

      But no pets are allowed here.

      If I ever someday have the means to live in a place of my own, I would certainly consider a pair of guinea pigs.


  2. Sandra J said,

    I love your writing. Thank you

  3. David Redpath said,

    I tip my felt hat to the author
    of such a wonderful poem 🐰

  4. David Redpath said,

    Why did the bald man glue
    a bunny on top of his head?

    Because from a distance
    a rabbit looks like a hare 🐇

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      And after reading that last comment, down at the Vatican, you can hear a “groanin’ in the Roman” as a Vatican commentator with a Scottish accent (and a fan of singer Andy Stewart) might put it.

      • David Redpath said,

        I’m not familiar with that one 🤔
        Sounds a bit similar to Terrance
        and Phillip’s ‘Aboard the Good ship
        Flatulence’. You should know that
        one, Chris. Terrance and Phillip
        being Canadian, and all that 🇨🇦

        “🎶Fartin’ in the riggin’
        Fartin’ in the riggin’
        Fartin’ in the riggin’
        There was frig all else to do.”

        I don’t think Andy Stewart ever
        did a cover of that on. But I’m
        sure Rod Stewart has, being a
        canny Scotsman 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Actually I’m not familiar with that one.

        I’ve never heard of Terence and Philip either to be honest.

        The Good Ship Flatulence- I believe that’s another name for the Prime Minister’s Office in Ottawa.

      • David Redpath said,

        “You don’t need a weatherman to
        know which way the wind blows.”
        ~ Bob Dylan

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Just an unclogged nose. 😅

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