22 December 2023

Prowl.


When the midnight strikes in the belfry dark
And the white goose quakes at the fox’s bark,
We saddle the horse that is hayless, oatless,
Hoofless and pranceless, kickless and coatless,
We canter off for a midnight prowl
Whoo-hoo-hoo, says the hook-eared owl.

John Masefield, from The Midnight Folk

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