Beauty Fields

In beauty fields wild horses run
While rabbits nibble weeds,
Till goblins come with sacks piled high;
They trample between steeds.

Stomp bellow snicker smirk, goblins jostle through,
But at the sight of Ravens flight
They helter skelter scurry,
Disappear without adieu.

Now Raven does enjoy a feast of beady goblin eyes
He swoops and plucks
Leaves goblins blind
Winging high into clear skies.

Hark hither beauty fields
Here horses run by day,
Blackberries ripen in the sun
While rabbits hidden play.

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