Wild Land
Who visits this wild land sees,
in the vision-bright eyes of birds and beasts
where grass, wind-bent
and weather-dried clings to high cliffs
to provide meagre shelter
from hovering feather and where rabbits
stay frozen when death is nigh.
Where bird keeps day-watch in heather
for movement of life
as ears cock in habitual wariness for knife
of forked lightning predators fall.
Fern-fattened fur then leaps in prey-fright
as waiting eyes glaze.
Such is the dictum
of force and order among the creatures
surviving in wilderness
where exists such fierce kind of freedom.
Who seek other behaviour
in those being true to themselves owns
that this wild-land has places
where human-less only nature controls.