The Rabbit
   
When they said the time to hide was mine, 
I hid behind a thick grapevine. 

And while I was still for the time to pass, 
A little 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

art-John Burningham