英语诗歌1

Once I followed rabbit tracks,

up to a hollow tree.

When I looked in,

a rabbit looked out at me.

His ears were down,

his eyes were bright,

and his nose twitched constantly.

I put an apple there,

for his delight.

Then I stepped back—

One step,

two steps,

three—

He shot like a bullet,

from out of that tree.

Leaving tracks in the snow,

and the apple there for me