THE RABBIT

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 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