Poetry Map of Scotland poem no. 104: Loch Scridain

Memo from the short eared owls
on the road along Loch Scridain

they sit upon the stobs,
perch upon the poles.
If only they would flap away,
or drop. Mice and shrews are easy,
likewise the frogs.
And we don't hate the scampering,
hopping things.
We all must eat, make do.
But questions give us


Seth Crook

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