On the hill stood a cabin Catching glints off the sun's new rays Echoing a deep blue day. Creatures strolling With the creek gurgling The Madman watched As she took off her wet clothing Soft fabric hanged at her curves Like a dying wave On it's last breaking The Madman still sat staring But his eyes showed no feeling She wondered more about the scarecrow's evasive eyes Breathing yet still alive it gasped in the morning air She still stood Naked with clothes on The Madman's thoughts beamed like spaceships Cocking her head she saw a rabbit The Madman rose to get it She saw the movement As the rabbit and the countryside became one The moon came down, glistening
