Harvest

He sang seven songs of freedom Whilst his cat danced a jig And his monkey rode side saddle On this pot bellied young pig And the people of the village All looked at him in awe For none had ever seen His like and type before As they .peeped from the trees He could see tapping feet As he switched up the volume And speeded up the beat And they flooded in to the open Left the shelter of their trees At first just a little slowly Then out in twos and threes And the herders came and took them Marched them to their ships of grey That scoured through the skies Of the endless Milky Way And the forest seemed so silent Not a sound to be heard A silence finally broken By the singing of a bird And the projected image Of the singer and his pets Continued to perform For a little while yet Until the coming night Cut solar batteries one by one And as darkness bathed the clearing The singer flickered and was gone