ominous

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.

Changed days. You have to wonder how many wee beasties fled this - certainly the Red Kite overhead was quite interested although I suspect in slightly larger prey.