The moon shears up on Tahoe now, A panther leaps to a tamarack bough. She crouches, hugging the crooked limb: She hears the nearing steps of him Who sent the little puff of smoke That stretched her mate beneath the oak. Her eyes burn beryl, two blazing balls, As Fate counts out his last footfalls. A sudden spring, a demon cry, Carnivorous laughter to the sky. Her teeth are fastened in his throat (The moon rides in her silver boat) And now one scream of long delight Across the caverns of the night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 51. ASH-SHAHID by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 86 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GERMAN BAND by EARL DERR BIGGERS THE SIGHING TIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PIANO TUNING by MARIANNE BORUCH CLEVEDON VERSES: 2. DORA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |