The lucky strike had hooked him through the gill.
Her breath comes quick, her tired beauty glows,
She would not look behind, she looked ahead.
It seemed to Jimmy she was like a rose,
A golden white rose faintly flushed with red.
Her eyes danced quicker at the approaching tread,
Her finger nails dug sharp into her palm.
She yearned to Jimmy's shoulder, and kept calm.
'Evening,' said Shepherd Ern. She turned and eyed him,
Cold and surprised, but interested too,