A VISIT FROM ABROAD

A speck went blowing up against the sky As little as a leaf: then it drew near And broadened.—"It's a bird," said I, And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer! It grew up from a speck into a blot, And squattered past a cloud; then it flew down All crumply, and waggled such a lot I thought the thing would fall.—It was a brown Old carpet where a man was sitting snug Who, when he reached the ground, began to sew A big hole in the middle of the rug, And kept on peeping everywhere to know Who might be coming—then he gave a twist And flew away.... I fired at him but missed.