The highwayman's antlers shine in the moonlight.
He slides a pepperpot pistol from the holster
round his thorax and calmly aims it at the stagecoach driver.
'Step down, please,' through sideways jaws,
his mandibles like sleek black whiskers.
The lady cedes her valuables; a blush colours
her powdered cheek as, bowing, her smooth robber
unsheathes sparkling, stained-glass wings,
which thrum and beat and blur. He rises,
sharp against the moon. His body sings.
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