Flowfe Leka Kisu Kotha 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 of the frightened air, Making everything afraid. Making everything afraid, Wrinkling up his little face. As 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. JAMES STEPHENS