Danger's sweet, complete delight
So why choose sleep
over plunging madly through the night?
Mischievous outlaw male
With charcoal voice, suggestive eye
He strokes upon his tail
and drools
for flying over ponds and pools
and hiding 'midst the roots of trees
Lurking, softly
(patiently)
for the coming, coming
of some fair game,
full moon,
young girl
a-running...
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