hern hunkers lik a bodach  -

a plowp!

an he's youthie agane

heron sits like an old man  -

a plop!

and he's young again

daffins

the furst year set aff lang syne

...thair sheenin nebs

daffodils

the first year planted long ago

,,,their shining faces

hern an me  -

craigs beeried, humphy-backit

i the snell wund

heron and I  -

necks buried, humpbacked

in the cold wind

rowein thunner

an streengs o weet

...a caumin sitar

rolling thunder

and strings of rain

...a calming  sitar

throuch Mass

a  trappit bummer drones

...dree

through Mass

a trapped bee drones

...panic

causey thiggers  -

abuin thair heids

burds trauchle nest biggin

street beggars  -

above their heads

birds labour nest building

freenly neebour  -

her daffins

heald intae ma gairden

friendly neighbour  -

her daffodils

lean into my garden

on the  peth a riven weeng  -

bluid on the pen  

fir an ugsome sonnet

on the path a torn-out wing  -

blood on the quill  

for a gory story