A Tale of Ghillie Dhu

by sloanranger

Part 2

For the first time Gil, he noticed, his arms and thought them odd -

he wore a sort of cape with sleeves and hood made up of sod.

The cape had seedling trees, shrubs and moss, as well -

as to where or how he'd got it - Gillis could not tell.

Unicorn looked up and then pawed at the dirt.

Snorting: "Wait, I say!" And his voice was curt.

"Leave him be, I tell ye now, he'll be himself - soon, somehow."

Gill scratched his head or rather moss - his former memory, become lost.

"But where am I and who are ye?" Gil was that perplexed.

"Here with us - ye' Ghillie be," Brownie sounded vexed.

"I'm not quite sure, I understand...

what is this strange and different land?"

"'Tis writ in myth as olde as time," the Unicorn went on,

"when the all talk, it be in rhyme, the Ghillie Dhu has come."

It came to Gil, right there and then -

he'd come here now, to help again.

And as the fog, it left his head,

no longer, Gil... Ghillie Dhu, instead.

"But why are we here, in a cage -

there's nothing worse to bring me rage."

But not one spoke - as soon the sound

of something loud... trod on the ground.

"Sasquat," Faun did not delay, "comes here to scare us, everyday."

Ghillie said: "Sasquat? Praytell, what is that?"

"They call him Big Foot, some, Sasquatch," Brownie leaned and said.

"He's big and mean, just you watch - careful or he'll have ye're head."

Hairy-like and ape-like, too, Sasquatch then came into view.

"Well, my minions, eat and drink, its almost time now, I do think."

"Time for what? I'd like to know," said Ghillie soft, but quite fierce, now.

"Oh, ye'll know soon and any day," said the ugly Squat,

"Ye'll all be off, faraway, whether ye like or not."

Sasquatch then put down - dishes for all four.

"Ye best eat quick and now - ye'll no be gettin' more."

Ghillie asked, after 'Big Foot' went: "He the reason why I'm sent?"

"As the woods grow ever small," Unicorn parlayed,

"We've hardly any room at all, for work, or even play."

"Where will ye' go?" Ghillie asked.

"There's the problem... and your task."

"There's forests, yet," Unicorn went on: but someday soon, they could be gone."

"Aye, I know, Ghillie led, "I've kinfolk up in Canada."

"A good place, too," the horned one, said. "If ye have the stamina."

"I've also heard a lot about, forests in Rumania."

"Aye," said Faun, "but they have got, some kind, of vampyre mania."

"Well, Canada it 'tis," said Ghillie to them all.

The three looked sad and shook their heads: "But that's not where we're called."

"He's sold us to a private park and giving us no choice;

and he'll use his magic, Ghillie - to take away our voice."

Ghillie's brow turned dark at this, "Please," he said, "go on."

His mood grew darker as they spoke, but he'd wait till they were done.

(To be continued).

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