At first, we thought they were a star shower. But the “stars” stayed in a circle as if they were strung together like beads. Meteors scatter when they fall, so we soon realized we were seeing something else.

And like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.

The original family who had begun to build a palace to rival Nonesuch had died out before they had put up little more than the gateway, […].

Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets / We've shunned them from the greasy grind