I'm Sure It's Not Such A Lonely Road

Although my soul isn't blest I'd like to leave it abandoned to walk the forest possessed touched by moonlights, garland. I'd hoot with the tawny owls and watch the fungi's ears outstretch I'd like to see the stoats open jowls as they a pheasant fowl do fledge. I'd like to hear forests creaking like a bat biting on a beetle I'd like to go quietly, bounding with a stag hoofs in dark treacle. I'd like to pace beside a vixen watch how she rolls in the snow see bloodied farmhouse chicken slew on the jaw, necks heave-ho. Although my soul isn't blest I'd like to leave it abandoned to walk the forest possessed touched by moonlights, garland. I'd like to leapfrog with the toad I'm sure it's not such a lonely road.