Oh babybaby, fill my head with dreams of autumn boat races, leaves burning, secret meetings in the grove.

I wear the purple velvet cloak with the silver clasp under my throat.

The Labrador runs after hidden prey.

The breeze blows my unkempt hair out of it's confines.

I can hear Lucy barking in the distance, and I call her back, she didn't catch her victim.

Will I catch mine?