I had not done so for a whim

ukradłam to Pawłowi. nie mogłam się powstrzymać. to jest mój rysunek teraz właśnie. fragment 'The Osbick Bird' Goreya. dziękuję.

An osbick bird flew down and sat on Emblus Fingby's bowler hat.
It had not done so for a whim, but meant to come and live with him.
On Fridays Emblus played the flute; the bird now joined him on a lute.
The top of the zagava tree was frequently where they had tea.
They sometimes strolled beyond the town in time to watch the sun go down.
The cards got battered past repair as they played double solitaire.
And after that they would not speak to one another for a week.
They went to Periboo by car and places twice again as far.
In winter they were both discreet and wore galoshes on their feet.
Upon the river Oad the two were often seen in their canoe.
The years passed by in pressing weeds and making bell-pulls out of beads.
And when at last poor Emblus died the osbick bird was by his side.
He was interred; the bird alone was left to sit upon his stone.
But after several months, one day it changed its mind and flew away.