relish your dark woundings,

prime your pellets,

Check your powders,

For soon comes the hunter's moon.

 

polish your stock,

let your barrel breathe oil, 

make slick your cloth's 

preparations,

practise footfalls of stealth,

For soon comes the hunter 's moon.

 

While fen and forest

Sweat and furrow,

While fur frets

In the burrow,

Hold fast your dreams for now,

For soon comes the hunter 's moon.