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Hearing the hawk squeal in the high sky / I and the rabbit trembled.
Only the dark small rabbits newly kittled in their neatly dissembled / Hollowed nest in the thicket thatched with straw
Did not respect his cry.
At least, not that I saw.
But I have said to the rabbit with rage and a hundred times, "Hop!
Streak it for the bushes! Why do you sit so still?
You are bigger than a house, I tell you, you are bigger than a hill, you are a beacon for air-planes!
O indiscreet!
And the hawk and all my friends are out to kill!
Get under cover! " But the rabbit never stirred; she never will.
And I shall see again and again the large eye blaze / With death, and gently glaze;
The leap into the air I shall see again and again, and the kicking feet;
And the sudden quiet everlasting, and the blade of grass green in the strange mouth of the interrupted grazer.