A poem by Rose Aiello Morales
‘The arrival of these erratic birds in such numbers in the year referred to at once suggested a winter of unusual severity, a surmise which was afterwards abundantly verified.”
The Birds of the West of Scotland, Robert Cray, 1871
The birds of Scotland ruffle feathers
Tartan hues divulge a sign,
like dominoes the theories fall,
pillows to Antarctica down,
penguins swim beneath the ice.
frozen holes admit no entry,
some lonely females pine,
there’ll be no chicks this year
for signs are not portentous,
flightless into heaven’s bottom rung.
Scotland wages war upon a furious God,
the Devil turns his blades within
and no one’s chortling now,
talking heads are weathering climatic,
not so subtle change, the theories do abound.
The birds of Scotland take to higher ground
with bats evicted from their belfries, never glory bound.