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[Second Untitled Poem]
Deep in the wood
I made a house
Where no one knew the way;
I carpeted the floor with moss,
And there I loved to play.
I heard the bubbling of a brook;
At times an acorn fell,
And far away a robin sang
Deep in a lonely dell.
I set a rock with acorn cups;
So quietly I played
A rabbit hopped across the moss,
And did not seem afraid.
That night before I went to bed
I at my window stood
And thought how dark my home must be
Down in the lonesome wood.
K. Pyle