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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