Wilhelm Koller, Austrian
“Yeah, I Forgot To Mention I’m Falcon-Sitting For a Friend This Weekend. But Don’t Worry — I Can Sedate Him Before the Movie,” Date Unknown
Oil on board
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/// All cry “Hail to the High Middle Ages,”
when high fashion and falcons were rages,
and a Maid, fair of face,
could indeed keep her place
despite not ever turning down Pages.
/// His red plume she found oddly exciting.
(Plus, when inked it was useful for writing.)
It was plucked with a squawk
from a large red-tailed hawk
who had come to regret there alighting.
/// When she stared at the plume she felt antsy.
She just couldn’t risk taking a chance he
might toss his plumed cap
in another girl’s lap.
That red feather had tickled her fancy.
/// But the sensitive lady-in-waiting
found his verbal obsession too grating.
“Falcon” this, “falcon” that,
“That’s a nice falcon hat.”
It was thus that her love turned to hating.
/// Frau Karlotta turned round when he tapped her.
Thomas told her that he was her captor.
First she feared for her life,
but he brandished no knife.
She escaped (after choking his raptor).