MY LAST WORD ON HERONS
A great grey neb on legs, he clasps those skinny wings behind a ramrod back, leans forward to inspect disorder sniffily, a plumaged suit of murderous respectability jig-still amidst the ignorant rush hour traffic of the Nith. What disdain, what awful snobbery, what brazen patience steers his vision until suddenly the world below explodes in his decision? Gulls watch on, nod appreciatively, goosanders scold & scatter & I’m trapped & transfixed by the business of living, what’s always coming at you next.
Taken from Stuart Paterson’s new collection, Looking South, published by Indigo Dreams, priced £8.99