I heard it baying by the pool
And stoked the fire with a flute.
I blew some rising, smoking chords
So it could see, and smell, and hear
Foreboding in inferno come.

I heard it baying by the house
And stoked the fire with a bone.
I drummed some rising, smoking chords
So it could see, and smell, and hear
Cremation in inferno come.

I never heard it bay again.
I’m not the only one with tricks.