I saw my first hare close up the other day at dusk. I managed get to within about 15 yards of it and at one point I didn't think it was real as it had not moved one whisker. Then it ran away. Saw it later up on the hill just sitting watching me again.
I always loved this little ditty and I thought about it when I saw her:
In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked her lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled o' the green;
And I whispered 'Whsst! witch-hare,'
Away like a ghostie o'er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.
Source: THE HARE by Walter de la Mare - poem for children
https://www.poems4free.com/THEHARE.html