A fill in poem and your on your own.
In the evenings early hours,
Float the smells of jasmine -------
Sweeps across in delicate rune,
In the light of a yellow ----
Grounds shadows sullen lingers,
Like the touch of lovers -------
And turns like player piano reams.
Where lays the quasi drifting ------
Like holes that player piano sound.
Or baying dogs where game is -----
Intensify the howls that fall
And single out the dogs that ----
High in the trees trembles the prey
He makes his final stand and ----
Momentary escape from harm.
With trembling heart in high -----
He woe's the shrinking of his birth,
His days and nights upon this -----