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.
The Rocky Road to Dublin/The Adventures of Seumas Beg [1915]
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