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Poetry Pleases: Nuzzer

...Your favourite meal was turnip leaves
Nasturtiums pleased you too,
Cabbage and grass, oatmeal and bread,
E’en docken leaves would do!...

Hugh S Robertson's heart-warming poem tells of the rescue and befriending of a frightened young animal.

‘Mong dockens high and grasses tall
Your crouching body lay.
A dog had found your hiding place
And frightened you at play.
Your quiv’ring form, still soaking wet,
We homeward bore with care,
Hoping to heal your shattered trust
And overcome your fear.
For two whole days you ailed and pined,
Of nature’s milk deprived,
Until a small pipette we tried,
And saw your strength revived.
As each day passed, you stronger grew,
And we rejoiced to see
Your appetite return at last
To what it ought to be.
Your favourite meal was turnip leaves
Nasturtiums pleased you too,
Cabbage and grass, oatmeal and bread,
E’en docken leaves would do!
You romped and skipped upon the lawn,
Thro’ shrub and roses ran,
You frisked about like any faun,
And feared not dog or man.
You loved to bask in sunlight’s glow,
And stretched out with delight.
(You could not know, my little one,
How soon would come the night.)
At eventide, upon my lap,
You’d lick my hand and doze
Dreaming perchance, of pastures green,
Devoid of mortal foes.
Could we have stayed that fatal leap
Which you of life bereft,
Great happiness had been our lot –
Now naught but grief is left.
We’ve laid you down in sylvan shade,
Twixt Birch and Apple tree,
And at your head a carv’d stone
Have placed for all to see.
And so farewell, sweet gentle Nuzz,
We never can forget
The spell you wove around our hearts
Beloved Leveret!

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