As jets without the black box of memory
Startle sheep in deserted glens
the stone hunters stalk their various prey.
Chaotic and recurrent as the tides
incised patters swirl underneath them.
The Pictish beast, that composite
bird-fish-mammal, harbours a smile
having already weathered eras and elements
untraceable by radar.
The rain-clouds gather above an unyielding sea.
Wildflowers and seeding grasses rustle
in anticipation of the next downpour.