Scarveless

The scene of his exploits was a minute Liverpool music-hall; a place in which the “collars” needed no pass-out checks, but were trusted on their gentility and conspicuousness, while the scarved and scarveless, being in the vast majority, and indistinguishable in type, were scrupulously handed well-worn bits of pasteboard on their frequent expeditions in search of better liquor at cheaper prices.

Blue clouds slide west; a raw wind scrapes the scarveless necks of old men clenching black coats about their knees.

Always a Rabbit on cue in that Hat: / Black, brown, white, mixed colors – eveready / For centuries. Then, the command was lost, / The baton broken, and deeper reachings / Found nothing there. Scarves stopped all together. / Long it made us glad with easy magic. / A global museum wonder piece, now. / Alas, for many a quite rabbitless, / Scarveless remnant of past conjurations.