Hunter's Moon Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

come up lame on this path and it's teakettle over melonball...
need a loose-limb/sure-foot mule now...
chariot and troika abandoned...good for the straightaway,
......bells/feathers, all those dash-and-prance trappings
had their place...
c'mon, mule....there's clear water where we're headed....smell it?
we'll dance a little in the meadow once we've rested up...
gonna be there before sundown, I know it...