You cannot see me <br />Behind all the books, <br />Hid in a corner <br />Away from your looks. <br />In a highbacked chair <br />You can’t find me, <br />Reading invisible, <br />Only books will you see. <br />But if you find me <br />So secretly there, <br />Turn quickly and look <br />Another somewhere. <br />For soon you will find <br />I am hiding away <br />In some other place <br />On some other day.<br /><br />Wendy Webb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perspectives-on-jane-eyre/
