Th’ toun has shut her eyelids tight,
Th’ selvic dwellers too,
An’ nae new place is safe fro’ lee
While angry seas blow foam.
Th’ seagull overlooks th’ toun,
the mastiff guards the bay,
‘n’ whin th’ footsteps o’ th’ moon
ur heard, he starts tae wail.
Th’ lunar winds engulf th’ gulf,
th’ waves then stairt tae spray.
th’ trees bow doon tae thair command,
leaves as well must hae thair say.
Throo’ out th’ toun th’ doors shut ticht,
throo ‘out th’ marsh ‘n’ glade,
th’ reeds awake frae apathy
for lithesome promenade.
Into th’ vestibule lemurs
teuk flight with their parade-
like march behind th’ lost brigade,
‘n’ shackled doon, thay stayed.
Th’ renegade ophidian
with rancor fo’ his might,
and shielded by th’ bonny dunes
he whets and hones with spite.
Th’ dories bob, th’ buoys roll,
an’ warning faggots glow
while Cyclops’ lamp, th’ eyes o’ land,
observes an’ feigns appall
At ghastly waves with snow crest peaks.
an’ rumbling overall
is heard as lightning burns th’ air
and maks th’ ground deep crawl.
Th’ giant sloth upon th’ bough
beholds with tempered chrome,
decides tha’ soon he must decide
about where he’s bound tah roam.
Saluki resting on th’ bier
embarks tah his new home
but no new place is safe from lee
while angered seas blow foam.
Th’ town has closed her eyelids tight,
Th’ selvic dwellers flee,
but no new place is safe from lee
while angered seas blow foam.
