Lost And Ranging All Forlorn The Creature Slowly Crept Poem by Colin Breck Boardman

Lost and ranging all forlorn the creature slowly crept,
Beyond the bounds of reason his heaviness to bear,
Lurking in a chamber by both night and day he slept,
Dreaming of a partner that was now no longer there.
He cadged a lift with company and thus was duly sent
To the happy hunting-grounds where he was badly used,
To re-enter new relationships again as it was meant,
And there he marked upon his eye a beautiful new muse.
Together they did quickly form a life-affirming team,
As a lusty appetite sent blood to new found wings,
But alas, a jealous fate did not their joy esteem
And stole away what comfort that their happiness did bring.
Thus the golden story form'd a tragedy of knocks
Which house the Bard's fair falcons in his hidden paradox.