Hello my best little friend, I’m panting -
Thinking of you I was erranding
Right from the church’s door.
Right from the church’s door.
Today in sunday school, told us of tiger’s spoor.
The hunter tracks its trail and from far saw him,
It was a huge, the man crawled towards him,
The tiger moved forward and the sight turned dim,
The hunter slipped and filled with grim -
The hunter tracks its trail and from far saw him,
It was a huge, the man crawled towards him,
The tiger moved forward and the sight turned dim,
The hunter slipped and filled with grim -
Aren’t you listening? You are wiggling thy neck with stim.
Ah! What happened? Be happy I’m back
Come on, Do·rik! Show me your knack.
By turning your head towards back.
You can’t turn - let me help you out.
Did again the bumblebee was lout?
Hing! What is that inside your curved beak?
It looks selcouth let me have a geek,
It’s a rope I can see a little bit,
You have swallowed jute rope that fell on pit.
Remain opening your bill that I may gently
Veer it out steadily and keep you safely.
That’s very long still some more inside,
Hash, it's now hard and I’m unable to decide
Whether the pulling must resume or suspend,
You’ll be alright I’ll continue to attend,
Assuring that your pain will wend.
Hurrah! It’s almost done, the tip is at the neck,
One last gentle pull will save you from wreck.
What’s that white which comes with the rope?
The intestine turned out, shush, no more hope.
Why has this happened? My spirit is in mope
Will you still live and with me continue to lope?
Please leave me not and chant with me,
Oh my queeming eared-little owl I love thee.
Grief and cheerless am I now,
All my efforts and concerns are of no dow.
Why have you forlorned me alone?
With no words uttered to me you are gone.
My delightful moments are banished.
All my dreams with thee are perished.
Master of death grant my Do·rik a second turn,
Oh my assisting eared-little owl kindly return.
Never will I forget the memories, your perception,
Soft hoots, shrieks, screeches your emission,
In courtyard your snapping of chickens while drying paddy.
Made valuable supports, frightening the greedy.
Every morning up and down to the hollow tree,
From the naughty boys’ sight, I lurked you under lee.
Longing you to be mine and always see,
That you are protected and secure,
And feeding thee in cool stream pasture,
With crabs, earthworms, shrimps, frogs and spiders.
Your gray eared and funky feet grippers,
Your soft fringes feathers as silent fliers,
Your binocular yellow eyes to capture prey as viewers,
Will go on to make me listen and cling
To the ambition of mine and continue the racing,
With patience to grab the desiring spot,
With eyes focus to swoop on to the dot.
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| Owl |
Come on, Do·rik! Show me your knack.
By turning your head towards back.
You can’t turn - let me help you out.
Did again the bumblebee was lout?
Hing! What is that inside your curved beak?
It looks selcouth let me have a geek,
It’s a rope I can see a little bit,
You have swallowed jute rope that fell on pit.
Remain opening your bill that I may gently
Veer it out steadily and keep you safely.
That’s very long still some more inside,
Hash, it's now hard and I’m unable to decide
Whether the pulling must resume or suspend,
You’ll be alright I’ll continue to attend,
Assuring that your pain will wend.
Hurrah! It’s almost done, the tip is at the neck,
One last gentle pull will save you from wreck.
What’s that white which comes with the rope?
The intestine turned out, shush, no more hope.
Why has this happened? My spirit is in mope
Will you still live and with me continue to lope?
Please leave me not and chant with me,
Oh my queeming eared-little owl I love thee.
Grief and cheerless am I now,
All my efforts and concerns are of no dow.
Why have you forlorned me alone?
With no words uttered to me you are gone.
My delightful moments are banished.
All my dreams with thee are perished.
Master of death grant my Do·rik a second turn,
Oh my assisting eared-little owl kindly return.
Never will I forget the memories, your perception,
Soft hoots, shrieks, screeches your emission,
In courtyard your snapping of chickens while drying paddy.
Made valuable supports, frightening the greedy.
Every morning up and down to the hollow tree,
From the naughty boys’ sight, I lurked you under lee.
Longing you to be mine and always see,
That you are protected and secure,
And feeding thee in cool stream pasture,
With crabs, earthworms, shrimps, frogs and spiders.
Your gray eared and funky feet grippers,
Your soft fringes feathers as silent fliers,
Your binocular yellow eyes to capture prey as viewers,
Will go on to make me listen and cling
To the ambition of mine and continue the racing,
With patience to grab the desiring spot,
With eyes focus to swoop on to the dot.
Meaning of the context:
Erranding: running or rushing
Spoor: the track, trail, droppings or scent of an animal
Grim: gloomy, dejected, dissatisfaction
Wiggling: to move with irregular, back and forward or side to side motions; to shake or jiggle
Stim: repetitive action
Knack: skill, trick
Lout: a troublemaker, often violent; a rude violent person; a yob; disappointing, disturbing
Selcouth: strange, unusual, unfamiliar
Geek: look (Australian word)
Bill: beak
Veer: to let out, to pull out, to sallow to run out
Wend: to pass away; disappear; depart; vanish
Wreck: ruin,
Mope: To carry oneself in a depressed, lackadaisical manner; showing no interest or enthusiasm
Lope: to jump, leap; to play
Chant: to sing especially without instruments; to enjoy
Queeming: (intransitive, obsolete) To be pleasing (to someone or something); To satisfy; to assuage.
Dow: (obsolete) To be worth; To be of use, have value; To have the strength for, to be able to; To thrive, prosper; endow
Snap: A sudden break; an attempt to seize, bite, attack, or grab; to chase
Lurked: concealed, hide
Swoop:
to move swiftly, as if with a sweeping movement, especially to attack
something; to fly or glide downwards suddenly; To seize; to catch up; to
take with a sweep
Spot: (here) dream, target
Dot: (here) dream, target, aim, destiny
N.B.: Nothing in this world remains permanent. Something comes & something goes. One such is death. It's inevitable. So do joys and sorrows. Everyone grows through this painful and happy moments.
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