BENEATH A WANING MOON
Bouncing in the cart ruts
Bumping over the stones
Brushing past the hedgerows
Beneath a waning moon.
A black cloud drifts slowly
As rain begins to weep
And inside coiled snugly
A traveller fast asleep.
Bouncing in the cart ruts
Bumping over the stones
Brushing past the hedgerows
Beneath a waning moon.