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Paddling stealthily through silk seas we hold our breath as the otter surfaces.
His log body floats across the waves head raised then with a flick he is gone long tail sliding into darker depths.
Up again like a champagne cork bobbing and chomping on a luckless fish. We hear bones crunching.
There’s snow in the air and the ridges are dusted like Christmas Stollen.
A cloud the size of Scotland presses down on the heron’s languid flight and a rubber-headed seal pounces on a bouy a toy to play with in its loch-sized bath.
Then hail hits the waves A pounding of diamonds Beautiful and sharp.
Mica Schist captures the brilliance In its ripples Nature’s mirror ball Reflecting the rainbow’s fraying end.
We float home with eiders whistling in our ears the urgent flock of redwings in the twinkling of our eyes
our heads ablaze with birds and beasts and light.
© Sally Brown
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