canal you and i
dark beneath the boat house
where the predator fishes lie
swaying in the canal weeds
where the currents gently ply
their way the pike needs solitude
his evil to do or die
and where the communal rushes
whisper of you and i
and when the walking day is done
then the curlew sure will cry
be up be moon for all too soon
the witching hour draws nigh
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