Stormy’s Last Run

Escaped out of your cage and was taken by a fox.

I will never forget the day you lost.

The wild mustard bloomed in the east paddock wide Where the wire

fence sags and the field mice all hide

He’d leap through the clover,

so nimble and grey His fur was the colour

of clouds before rain

A beautiful coat

with a dark, smoky grain

Stormy just danced while the thistles were deep.

Oh, Stormy, the wind in the paddock is still

The mist has rolled down from the top of the hill

The red tail is flashing,

the hunter has won

And the fastest young rabbit

has run his last run.

The afternoon faded to amber and gold

The cattle grew quiet as stories untold He strayed from the briar,

too far from the post Where the tall winter grass hid a

rust-coloured ghost. A rustle of bracken,

a flash by the gate A split-second warning that came just too

late

The red fox came sweeping like wind through the grain

And Stormy was caught in the open terrain.

Oh, Stormy, the wind in the paddock is still

The mist has rolled down from the top of the hill

The red tail is flashing,

the hunter has won

And the fastest young rabbit

has run his last run.

No cry in the twilight,

no sound by the rail

Just a stir in the weeds where the fence line grows pale

The fox took him swiftly,

a prize for the night

And vanished like smoke in the fading twilight.

The burrows are silent beneath the old tree For the wildest young

kit

that the paddock would see. (ahhhh)

Now the moon rises high o'er the barbed wire line

And shines on the grass where the dew starts to shine

We’ll remember the rabbit who raced with the rain

Stormy, the grey one,

who won’t come again.

Sleep soft in the shadows...

Out past the hill.