HEADLAND
I shelter by rocks, dragon tailed.
I watch the roaring breakers,
big enough to turn a man inside
and the toe teasing tide
mesmerises me, taking me to another place.
A TEUCHIT STORM
The black shadow drifted half menace, half intent.
It circled, lazy days rich pickings.
A buzzard high above the field.
First one bird flew directly, the raptor continued,
A second flew and the hunter banked.
At once the sky was alive with lapwings.
The big bird glided on without concern.
Then a teuchit storm, a volcano, erupted and it departed
Letting them feed their young for another day.
