Years in the past, as only a few folks have identified, I used to be one thing of a traveler. Not for me these glamorous locations of the world, these star flung cities of Cannes, Paris, London, Rome, and so on. I used to be one for exploring unique realms, largely unknown, with largely unpronounceable names, once they even had names. One night, as I used to be tenting out in one in all these uncommon forests, I got here to find a brand new species of chook, and I’ve chosen to create my poem primarily based upon this expertise.
In twilight hours full of forest glooms
I mused, when, immediately, bizarre whirling plumes
Alit from out the darkish. The strangest birds
I’ve ever seen! It’s tough for phrases
To fairly describe them, for, as an alternative of claws,
These avians every had two units of paws,
And whiskers, ears, and every one had a tail!
These kittenbirds made me unusual shades of pale.
After which I observed the place they landed: she,
A mom cat, then mewed and purred with glee.
“Now, Mama, are you able to inform us the way you met
“Oh, in fact. Now you all set
Your tails down right here. In summer season, spherical midnight,
The moon was one full bowl of cream, and light-weight
Unfold over all like butter on heat toast–
I used to be so ravenous, my kittens, most
Of all I heard one ruffian vile mouse
Carousing within the undergrowth.
Was in my sights, then whoosh, from overhead,
As mushy as one thing from a marriage mattress,
A rush of feathers and the sound of wings:
The noise that solely large plumage brings!
From out the sky your father, with a pounce,
And an impressive flurry and a bounce,
Simply nabbed that mouse … and I set free a cry
Of famished disappointment.
With a sigh
He landed, and the gentleman he’s,
Mentioned “Beautiful maiden, pardon me, however is
This mouse adequate meat to dine upon?”
And left the mouse for me.
I’d no ideas on
The smart politeness proven by courtly owls:
They’re not a class of the fowls
I’m nicely acquainted with. With my finest thanks
I settled in to dine.
Then, from what ranks
Of rodents he had rattled, one, two, three,
He scooped a number of extra up for hungry me.
And that, dears’s, when your papa and I met
And the way these swift and lofty wings you get.”
After which, in noble poise, she proudly walked
Away. Her comfortable kit-owls swooped and talked
Of this and that and varied different issues,
And the way purrhaps their papa received his wings.
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