Stories from the Book Of Autumn. The Noogan.
The Noogan
When woodland dusks and shadows long
Across the forest floor
And bird chatters cease to eerie peace
T’is the Noogan come once more
Fern or clump or Ivy’d stump
You never can be sure
’Til you see it rise, a monstrous size
T’is the Noogan come once more
For through those trees, the Noogan sees
And hears all the forest floor
More swift than deer, lest it appear
Until its catch is sure.