Page Six

Black con White,

In dead of night,

A light breaks dark,

and reveals to sight:

A boy, a bird, and a journey

To flight.

In technicolor confusion,

the boy let out a gasp,

For all the happenings,

None which he could grasp.

There is one thing he knew for sure,

The next Great Flame the sky bore,

Will be a curiosity he'd ignore.

That thought for next time,

This thought is Now,

Inspecting the bird,

The boy crouched down.

The bird opened its' mouth,

And up and out flew

Holographic colors,

Forming a figure untrue,

To the boy and the reality,

The boy knew, he knew.