Tartan Plaid Muse?

Scotland chatter's speaking to my inside book,

making double long o's about a hook;

"Lassie" he said, "that's aright" and rolled the "r,"

"if'n ye can, hold the 'hewk' for a wee while more.

Mr. Scots, whoever ye be - that "hewk" may feed roses,

but now I supposes;

After allowing you voice,

that "hewk" has become no longer a choice.

Tartan voice, from whence have you come?

strumming visions so odd,

i feel so dumb.

I speak aloud and o's become ewes,

is this any way to present a plaid kilt muse?

Looking forward I see hazy viewed birds,

so strange, disconcerting - I lose words;

Dressed in tartan plaid so I'm wary,

the bird's a talking canary!