I spied a creature crouching
upon a moonlit hill
but I was busy slouching
and it denied my kill
because it heard me stomp.
The wily beast kept going
kept lurching through the bog
but its fatigue was showing
as I began to slog
my way across the swamp
for everywhere were broken
brambles from its flight
my hunter's heart awoken
I stalked it all the night
a truly splendid romp!
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