Falling ’cross the field and forest,
Shines through trees and drapes, and no rest
Will be mine again tonight.
Cool white,
Fading ev’ry other colour,
Seems to make the world much smaller,
And much nearer to my sight.
Hunt-rite,
Freeing all my pent-in power,
Sends me run as swift from tower
As an eagle in full flight.
Bone-tight,
Forming new my frame and motion,
Sears along nerves like a potion
Given by a witch in spite.
Prey-fright,
Fresh from seeing my approaching,
Soon is ended by my poaching;
Thus the mercy of my might.
Daylight:
Flowers deck my dining table;
Sit wherever you are able;
Venison’s my cook’s delight!
— 7 Feb. 2026
[The Suno AI has composed and performed a tune for this song:]
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