Page Fourteen

Birds wait on no man

They walk a flock of feather.

Scuttling along,

Untethered or Together.

Kollin callin:

Woah! Woah! NAY!

Don't click-clack away.

I'm coming, I'm catching

I tread the clay.

Caught up he was

Before forest labyrinth's swallow

Ducking and weaving

Through a mirky woods hollow.

Behind a Monstur

The bird he chose to follow.

Flung to fate

By halting waddle

Roll the wheels on chariot Apollo.

Faith the first test, prodded and passed,

Patience second, far harder than the last.

Slow is the walk of a journey untread,

Hacking and slashing a path ahead,

But not a'hack was the boy or bird,

Delay's culprit be more absurd.

A snail's paced adventure

Monstur moves so slow

No stroll for pleasure

Kollin yearned to EscarGO!

Amidst the ramble

Uttered the note,

Farther, faster we'd get,

If on shoulder yee'rode

Fool to Jester gestures

To Leap before sentenced

By period's end.

So shouldered is the Bird

In the nook of the neck

Fast leap to rest,

From a formerly slow treck.

One thought to put best

The boy still Damned the bird to Heck.