The giant

The giant strolls in the woods
She swims across the river on a moonless night
the giant is humming a sweet melody
the giant is alive, after all!

Leaves and bushes make a nice little meal
except for the rabbit of yesterday night's
Well, the gunshots are loud and clear
she is invisible for one more time

Another place, another river, and everything is new
earth is wet from the early morning rain
now the forest is dense and full of thorns,
a gamble of luck, a throw of die

Brave men are searching for her everywhere
only some fresh marks on the ground and trees
the woods are still there; 
but the humming has ceased forever!

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