Shadows

Saw a shadow army on the moors last night
Under the full moon.
A wonderful night it was, the smells and sounds of the moor at night.
Nothing for miles but heather and a few stray sheep...
And them shadows.
They flew past, grey shadows galloping
On to some far battlefield, I suppose.
Following their shadow-king.
Faint cries and horn-calls I heard
But they had no scent.
Don't ask me. But if they had, I'd have known.
I followed awhile, and they had no scent
Unless it were a faint coldness and bitterness.
They didn't notice me, I was mighty careful.
Went low to the ground, and real quiet-like.
Away to the mountains they went.
Followed them till the moon started to go down.
Then headed back.
Eh?
I was walking, that's what I was doing out there.
Night air can do a world of good for you.
Just out for a walk.