In the dark dew-laden night
Just before the dawn
There are rabbits, a dozen rabbits
With mottled coats like fawn
They are traveling--where and why?
This I do not know
But I watch, so silently--
For they count me a foe.
A silver-gray one stops to rest,
Another lifts his head,
He turns towards me suddenly, and--
Now they all have fled.
I wonder what they're doing here
And where they will go
But I wonder hopelessly
For I shall never know