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16. MY FATHER TALKING
a. About An Injured Hawk, His Recent Company
'e's wrigglin' around,
'e's a bit restless,
i can't let 'im out,
or 'e claws all me arms up,
screams out for 'is tucker,
the hawk don't drink,
'e take the juices from the meat,
lands on me arm,
shits on me 'ead,
some young bloke,
a city bloke
picked 'im up,
bad foot, fell outa the nest,
just startin' tar fly,
go on 'is own now,
flyin' on 'is wing now,
payless food is no good for the hawk,
'e wouldn't eat it,
even patch-em-up wouldn't eat it,
they know, they look at it too,
they give you a dirty look,
fresh meat,
'e just looks at that too,
the bloke's comin' back tar get 'im,
i told 'im tar let the fucken thing go,
the hawk 'ad a mouse,
'e ripped 'is eyes out first,
left the 'ind quarters,
'e was full then,
'e don't eat clean,
i ran outa meat,
'e ate the mouse,
bit its fucken 'ead off,
i was eatin' me tea |
