Crumblelegs & Cabins

We watched a mountain hump swell our way (crumblelegs!) It grew
Horizon sunset and 2 drumplates (crumblelegs!). Harmful looking plates shouted
Drum rhythms we only heard, and to that: the crumblelegs responded with
Bird chirps. That was a sinister device of hell or worse. So out of cabins
We ran to hide under bush. It wanted us to see something and impression leave
So planting hooves, the legs ran 'til they snapped. The plates, haughty, left their
Sound and the doomed scene

Legs spurting glum blood and
Crumbling dust, it's imitation of
Us, the legs in fleeing the head
(and it's two nubbly horns) turned
Upside down and snapped. Something
Like thistle down and weed thorns
Were left. When the innards blew
Out like a shoe come off and
Had to sweep floors for hours
Ridding the dust