If it moves, it could mean
Quick death, harm, or a fresh
Lease on life—if it moves
It could kill you, mate you,
Bite you, give you a lift.
The art of the cut rhyme
Is to fool you, your brain,
To make you sense it moves—
There it is—here it comes—
Where’d it go, that long O?
That gasp in the deep woods!
There! No, no—no one. Oh.