I only heard,
but never saw,
the Haggis of Lagoon.
I almost had him once,
you see,
but lost him on the moon.

I made a net
from silver spoons
and one from paper straws.
I’d hoped to catch
the Haggis there
but couldn’t quite because

the moon it turned
to pink blancmange
and crashed against my tongue.
And as it was
so very large
I ate there for too long.

The Haggis ran away,
I fear,
And all I ever knew
Was that when creatures
taste so nice,
they are so very few.

—
for Emma and William. Sea-farers and Haggis-chasers.
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Illustration courtesy, and copyright, Jools Wilson. See more of Jools’ art here.