The nimbus of the moon
Resting on a pitch - dark sky
Pierced by a needle
myriad of peep - holes
Illuminating
The moist earth against my ear
Hear the moles industrious search for a lair
Who throws the serpents swimming in the air

By the birches
Wings are trembling
The beetle buzzes
Waving its feelers [bad word] drink with me
The moonbeams will make us reel
Who throws the serpents dancing in the air