Drummer Calls Out the Skulls

He is a professional, let him call out the skulls. I wondered what this meant, but I trusted the gulls. The drummer began, and the skulls came out of their hiding. I was shocked at first, but soon recognized his abiding. They love him, I said. They still have emotion. The came from the meadows, the woods and the ocean. These are the lost skulls, the gulls told me with a hush. Don’t scare the drummer. We don’t want him to rush.