Saw it burrow underneath
the Mtn.
The men of village
drank *** and danced in the woods
      they were returning
      as the dusk was creeping up

The shade and sunset's light
mixing and shifting
on the ***** of the Mtn.
     Felt it hide in the mines
         dark veins of gold
The men kept capering and laughing; unaware,
Always listening to the songs of forest and night,
the forgotten melodies and plays hidden from sight.


             I saw it dance, and leap madly, though.