When they said the time to hide was mine, <br />I hid back under a thick grape vine. <br /> <br /> <br />And while I was still for the time to pass, <br />A litle gray thing came out of the grass. <br /> <br /> <br />He hopped his way through the melon bed <br />And sat down close by a cabbage head. <br /> <br /> <br />He sat down close where I could see, <br />And his big still eyes looked hard at me, <br /> <br /> <br />His big eyes bursting out of the rim, <br />And I looked back very hard at him.<br /><br />Elizabeth Madox Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rabbit-4/
