the white and golden bird

The white and golden bird
Into the oven staying hot
Heating up with closed eyes
For 45 minutes bubbling wide

In the beginning the polishing
Glazed with oil and rosemary
Sprinkled it evenly soothing its soul
Before the chef made to the oven

The fingers touching pressing it softly
The bird never knew where it was exported
Into the home of a tropical Asia
The thunder only could be heard
In the hot oven no truce came

When it was done
The carving knife came
Slicing it into pieces
Laying out on a platter

Across the table
The layout was done
The centre piece
The welcoming ceremony
The white and golden bird
Finally it was done