The Black Grouse Witness Evening
The edge of arborial thickets of brown,
Present a cathedral of light,
The black grouse stand reverent, here on the ground,
In rouge tinted, pastel delight.
At eventide, outside Kingussie, they sit,
The Forest of Gaick, where they roost,
With company from the quaint white crested tit,
And also the barnacle goose.
Perfect the daylight — reposing in dusk,
The pulchritude of the creator!
Another day shed, like a skin, but a husk,
In silence their kinship grows greater.
There, in the air, come the crossbill, a flock,
Joyous — in common elation,
Hark! We will join you, and sit on the rock,
In eventide’s soft revelation.
Amber and gold in the crisp winter cold,
Blankets of snow spreading wide,
The stained glass display is a pleasure so bold,
In this, our sweet church, we abide…
AD Lovkis, 25/08/2025
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