On glory hill one night there was a flasher which had the local town miffed.
The halfmoon gulped as the strange light danced on the edge of the cliff.
Coyotes disappeared, the crickets music stopped-
as the flasher made it´s way around the hill top.
Bobbing above the woods, whizzing through the ravines-
A most curious sight the villagers had ever seen.
The night stood still to observe this mystical shape change it´s light
and colour heading off in different directions.
So bright was it, that miles away a country boy caught it´s reflection.
The farmer´s son full of bravado took his dad´s rifle out
and followed the dazzle.
All night he walked when suddenly the thing sprang up at him from the rifle´s muzzle,
ever since his eyes don´t blink and his face is a constant puzzle.
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