The Bird

"What bird of ill omen is this?"

"The Bisky Briscuit Bird am I.
In the graveyard here I sit,
hoping to devour souls
as Heavenward they softly flit."

"I am Armand Carpenter. My friend is Geeshy. We seek the grave of our childhood playfellow, Velcro Vanderdash."

"We were told we might know his headstone by its small size, but now that we are here, we perceive that all the monuments are minute."

"Oh yes, the stones
are very small.
They're scarcely even
here at all.
The very stone
on which I sit
is holding down
one little bit
of your old friend.
Each separate stone
was risen to
a separate bone!"

"Now look! Each ghost
is taking flight
and whirling through
the pitchy night.
His ear! His eye!
His throat! His hand!
Ascending to
a better land."

"I do perceive
I'm getting thinner.
Ta-ta! I must
pursue this dinner."

"I'm sorry, Bird.
Your game now ceases.
He'll rise above
with all his pieces."

FIN