The eve of Hallowe’en a bird was freed:it wasn’t meant to be;it had been tied to the end of a stringdesigned by devilry.But up it flew o’er a bubbling brewinto the boughs of a tree. “Where goes that bird?” Judge Holden criedcursing all wizardry;for its escape was not foreseen by thoseof his company.“It’s singing loud … Continue reading The Ballad of the Bird and Judge Holden