Stealing Eggs From The Blind Man

Creeping through a hole in the hedge
Going past the orchard
To a barn where everything's dark
Here by the haystack with no light on
I wonder if the blind man's dreams fall apart
When the morning comes

His children came to call the other day
And killed the last hen
But there's one thing left to take
One more egg to steal

Can I find redemption
In this would-be living thing
Can I reach salvation
With this would-be living thing

Last night a fox came
And caught the ducks unawares
In their shelter by the grey pond
While breaking their bones
He wondered if their dreams and his
Were alike

As yellow as straw
And as hard as stone

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