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