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James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

The Snare


I hear a sudden cry of pain!
There is a rabbit in a snare:
Now I hear the cry again,
But I cannot tell from where.

But I cannot tell from where
He is calling out for aid!
Crying on the frightened air,
Making everything afraid!

Making everything afraid!
Wrinkling up his little face!
And he cries again for aid;
- and I cannot find the place!

And I cannot find the place
Where his paw is in the snare!
Little One! Oh, Little One!
I am searching everywhere!

Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010
Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2012

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/2/2014 10:38:00 PM)

    ...........oh I hope he finds the bunny rabbit....just today I saw the smallest little bunny all alone....and I wondered where was his mother....hope he made it home ok....beautiful poem... (Report) Reply

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