Thought I'd Something More to Say

Time, like the setting sun, is rushing away from the WNGR (solo again this week) now; I saw him tonight - time, I mean - riding on the back of the largest quail in a covey of them, scattering quickly from the trail as I approached. His big round face was beaming, and his second hand was spinning faster than the wind of a cyclone. He was gripping the quail's head plume in one hand and was a-waving the other up and down, mostly straight out to the side, as if he were a buckaroo on a dancing bronco trying to balance and keep himself in the saddle.

I ain't going to lie to you, it was quite a sight.

"... The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say..."