Uncle Hyena (unclehyena) wrote,
Uncle Hyena

Different Wind

The air was damp black velvet, and the gibbous moon was bright,
And the water on the bay was smooth as glass,
So I thought I must be dreaming, or besotted by the light,
When a gaff-rigged ketch came ghosting through the pass.

There was no wind I knew of, but her sails were drawing well,
'Till she came about and set an anchor deep;
I could hear her rigging creaking; I could hear the crewmen yell,
As they furled the sails and put the boat to sleep.

The helmsman tied the tiller, looked around, and climbed the rail,
Then dove without a splash into the bay.
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