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
for dear life as granite shelters
no more than hovering feather and rabbits
who stay close to their hides.
Where eagles keep day-watch for movement
in heather of bobbed tails, or white
hopping ears in habitual
cocked wariness then like a knife of forked
light the predators fall.
Fern-fattened fur leaps or freezes
in prey-fright,
eyes glaze and stay frozen as falcon attacks.
Such is the dictum
of law and order among creatures
living in real wilderness
and who persist in a fierce kind of freedom.
Who seeks for behaviour
in those being true to themselves, owns
that this island has places
where, human-less, only nature controls.