Fox Footprints/Marsh Chase
Marsh Chase
The light of the hid moon streaks all the skyWith ominous panther bars,The marshes lieIn taut and quivering silence,The lagoonsLip through their grasses searching for lost moons.Like evil berries the green fire-flies lightOn the long rushes,Through the dim-lit nightA round red lantern flees,Jerking and blind,From the red lantern following close behind.