Not in my backyard

Two feet on the ground
stomping down and up
(I bet you did not expect
this ) and
two feet dancing over
the hills of moonlight
along the Scottish moors
a sight I saw
when I awoke
at three
and I have not been
on the green hills
in a long long time
but because of my reading
the image of damp dawn
glimmered over my view
of the grass at a fairly
new moon - damp
meandering mist
from afar - in my own mind
but not in my backyard.