Walkin’ talkin’ stories

Out yonder
And while the stars
Blinked
He’d unspool the story
With shuffling feet
In the beginning
And for whom the bell rings
He dealt breath to the characters
And unflattering ends
He spat and he gargled
While the shoes moved
Tales to startle, stun
And amuse
One day by the lake,
On past the farm
He collapsed midway
A most foolish yarn