Time seems suspended as I go to pass
Midst gray shadows, diffuse moonlight doth cast

Damp air hangs heavy in a haze
As still horses, from their boxes gaze

Then around the corner I am silently met
By Bolero’s, stony silhouette
Between his and Dallas’ box I tread
Toward my… waiting lover’s bed

When dawn comes round…
The dogs in circles play
And the girls still, on their soft pillows lay

Oblivious to the morning chorus…
The animals are all chanting for us!

Horses hang their heads in wait
While Trebol bangs his weary gate

And from my room again… I gently tread
Past Bolero’s nodding head.