SHADOW

Under what is known there is a pretty little rock names Sangule Island. At this place there are no lagoons but rather one still pond. A bird that sits on it. But no common bird. One that can walk and speak in the tongues of apes, fish, the things below and above the fish and to those funny creatures called men. This Bird likes to hop around spatting and misspelling in the tongues he chooses. What is His name. Who knows. He resides in a island where there is no need for names, simple callings and clangs, but Latin is the preferred currency of mouth. This is not the land of Popes for that is a tiny office just as are the presidents of the continents (or larger masses of Volcano peaks. Our Bird is no Eagle for the eagles are terrified and protectors of our Bird. But He's not really a Bird is he? Merely a figment of one once past and future. Where are you going is usually what the minds of others ask him and he simply replies with a dimple.