Where the weird things are

Quiet now
Sun's just up

You're in luck

There
In the tall grass

See it
The necktie and coffee cup

Another there
And there

No, I don't know how many in this ambiguity of curators
They're difficult to pin down

Something's happened
Better go now

The ambiguity is circling
They've smelled the self-aggrandizement of trustees
Down there by the bog

You don't want to see this
Run