The grouse

a minute on the hips a life time on the lips

what does he want to be remembered for

The empty bottle the wild winds that blow

through the heather the hues of highlands

as the sunrises across the still water

the plane with its tail up

the silence of a winter of loneliness

waiting for the thaw

the grouse braving the seasons

of lonely highland wilderness

Waiting for the thaw

 

 

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