The Lesser-spotted Big Furkar

Meet the odd bird: the Lesser-spotted Big Furkar.

The lesser it's spotted,

The more it isn't seen.

And, thereforely, the more it's great.

It fly all the time – like a thing.

It eat the fly and the small bird

Low in the deep sky.

It also perches, then lurches, off rocky rocks

Onto the back of a Much-spotted Little Twart.

Oh! This bird of flight and sky,

Flies the dense blue – the ocean air.

Forever flying like a loon.

Eating scraps of other lives.

Until it rest, nearly dead.

Its own world almost ended.

And finished.

And gone.

Time for the Lesser-spotted Big Furkar

To meet the Eternal Now and Forevers.

In the bird heaven, sure.

Yes, it will be

Until all bird and time

Come together

For the final fly,

And the final kill.
Amen!