How good and fine it would have been, to be out upon the wild loon swells

And watch the sea-eagles coming in;

Or to climb, body lashed by salt sea spray, up

Through the face-lashing spray of pine,

To view through a rift the goshawk’s nest, and, hunched over all

Those downy forms, that fierce red eye;

Or to see the glint in the vixen’s eyes, pin-hard and bright,

Gemstone green of the finest water,

As she weaves her way through the marsh verdure,

Hard-won duck champed tight and secure:

Essential image both guide and lure.

Articles by Craig Payne

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