Across the yellow field with the drifting stalks
Stalks the amber lioness smeared like fire .
Fire is savannah and spirit beasts smoke,
Smoke-shifting zebras pen emergent tales .
Tails flash in the boiling haze of struggle,
Struggle for another orange morning,
Mourn the quick silence of sunset red .

Red blood lullabies tawny cubs to sleep :
Sleep falls misty like Arctic-dark moon drops
Dropping in measured dosage, lifting waves .
Waving ghost sails carry the bark to sea—
See the night tussle where light streams across .

*[ WSB ]_.