Beauty Fields

 

In beauty fields

Wild horses run

While rabbits nibble weeds,

Then goblins come

With sacks piled high

And trample between steeds.

 

Stomp bellow snicker smirk

Goblins jostle through;

Then at the sight

Of Raven hunting

Black as night

They helter skelter scurry

Disappear without adieu.

 

For Raven does enjoy a feast

Of beady goblin eyes

He swoops and plucks

Then leaves them blind

Winging high

Toward clear skies.

 

Hark hither beauty fields

Where horses run by day

And rabbits under brambles pop

Blackberries dangling play,

Have thorns grown high that tangling ply

Dewdrops in the fields.

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