The Black Bat: Cantos VII-XII

A Supernatural Baseball Epic

Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

The Black Bat: Cantos VII-XII

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

VII

The rumour spread, a boy had spied,
Some damp and dismal nights ago,
With only moonlight as his guide,
A figure bowed, the shadows show
Across his shoulders, trimmed and neat,
A log that was with axe-head beat.
He hauled it up a muddy slope,
Where in the hill a …