Fright

When buffalo, the mighty-maned, had fled,

A single horseman rode the timid herd.

But where shall I lay down my head?

Below and in a crowded bed?

When we, the mighty-limbed, in witless fright

Stampede before the single airman's freight,

Steel the barracks and the bed.

A loaned coat will hide the head.

No buffalo of course preferred appeal

For mercy to the man with rope and reins.

Shall I retire content to barracked steel?

Shall I be messmate with the rats in drains?

Another I prepares a bed

With headless airmen hard beside.