Short poems and a wandering mind. Life and love in the twinkle of a bird's eye.
"Evening light fits the cove rock, a mouthful of gold. Cormorant bathes in amber, deeply still..."
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To the heron who fishes on the north shore of the Holy Island of Lindisfarne, and on the rocky causeway that leads to St Cuthbert's Island when the tide comes in.
You will see him standing on one leg, leaning with the grace and skill of a ballet dancer working at the bar. The fish are caught almost too fast to see.
He teaches ornithologists, poets and pilgrims, what?
Patience?
Focus?
The relevance of diligence?
Constant vigilance?
The necessity of Belief.
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