The phone went
"There's a big bird in our garden, dear - I think it's nearly dead"
"I'll grab my coat & partner and we'll be there" and off we sped.
Attacked by something big and fierce, he flapped a bloody wing at me,
When I came near he spat and hissed and would have turned my hand to gore.
Out came the leather gloves and then he lunged and clawed and tore.
I held him fast, kept clear my face,
It was not hate but only pain
Which held him in that ruffled state
We took him to our garden shed,
Gave him water and a nice clean bed;
We'll see how he is tomorrow, I said
The following day dawned bright and clear,
Yet still I couldn't hold him near
Without exacerbation.
I soothed him, fed him, brought him viands
Till at last he fell compliant
When he on me became reliant.
Each passing day he drew a little near to me
He saw no further reason to attack, you see,
For
I soothed him, fed him, brought him viands
Till at last he fell compliant
When he on me became reliant.
I saw him next day, we'd called him Oúlu
He was more fluffy and more gainly,
Getting better and acting tamely
Another day, and he looked restless,
Grateful, and yet wanting to leave,
With us he'd had a safe reprieve
I soothed him, fed him, brought him viands
But now his look had turned defiant
No longer would he be my client.
Just one more day, his time was through
We'd let him free, no hullabaloo;
And then I clasped him with full care
Lifted him up, and threw him in the air.
He beat his wings and circled round about
Then he was up and he was Out
In seconds he'd relearned to fly
Then up he wheeled and vanished in the sky;
Up to greet the rising sun
Tu-whit, Tu-woo, and he was gone.
I soothed him, fed him, brought him viands
For now I knew I'd lost my client.
For each of us was self-reliant.
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Glossary: viands = food-stuffs, victuals
Grateful acknowledgment is made to
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