Fox Footprints/Marsh Chase
Marsh Chase
The light of the hid moon streaks all the sky
With ominous panther bars,
The marshes lie
In taut and quivering silence,
The lagoons
Lip through their grasses searching for lost moons.
Like evil berries the green fire-flies light
On the long rushes,
Through the dim-lit night
A round red lantern flees,
Jerking and blind,
From the red lantern following close behind.
With ominous panther bars,
The marshes lie
In taut and quivering silence,
The lagoons
Lip through their grasses searching for lost moons.
Like evil berries the green fire-flies light
On the long rushes,
Through the dim-lit night
A round red lantern flees,
Jerking and blind,
From the red lantern following close behind.