old flesh in a sticky dark of a shed
and one final smoke before going to bed
slumbering hounds, unearthly sounds
and silent tunes 'neath passing moons
the pastime of their silly rounds
comforter, comforter
"Why should not we go and sit some night under the gallows? we may hear something that will bring us good luck too." (from "The Crows and the Soldier" by Brothers Grimm)
