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Confusion was in the air, and everywhere,

From cryptic message,

To birdbrain stare.

There,

A point from feathered finger

There,

To walk, without linger.

There to march, forward and on,

Their journey to where they be going,

Or be going'd without and beyond.

Where a mystery to wonder;

A wonderous mystery for ponder.

Ahead to go, in ebb and flow

Voice spoke in Monstur's yonder.

"Monstur Will Show You The Way."

What a thing to say!

Of feathered friend nor foe,

But one better to not know.

Player to a play,

Led in acts, cause dismay,

To audition a moment,

Bring fiction to facts.

Three choices we have,

To go or to stay,

But if we fly,

then to which way?

Left is Right and Right is Left;

A shadows call be destiny's theft.

To follow suit is to cling to hope,

Falling to trust in the wings of a dope.

Lost in the wood, would a boy be alone,

But unknown is the way the bird's dimness glown.