Black poppy sleeps a dreamless night

In summer shade of moony light

Hazy veils of clouds loom low

The warm kittens close to the earth

Underground bodies stir with no sound

No one to tear them under the ground

Ghost horse and stillborns turn in their cradles

Silvery meadow murmurs the song of

Tiny glow worm glowing

Rain starts her shimmery descent

Into the old leathery skin of the farm