Here  

Are the roots and the rabbits

Here are the gulls, the creatures of habit

Racing the wood pigeon

Here is the grave Buzzard

Searching the grassy bed, for the bodies

Of the dead

Grave of heart, grave of bone

If he has a heart it is made of stone

Tomb stone eyes, that bury its look

Deep into the earth

Like the sea with a hook

And here is the cormorant diving down

Fisher of the undying lands

The greedy fish filled hands

Of the Sea

Catching the crab, beneath the rock

Cancer crawls and sidles, escaping

Grappling hooks, holds tight on

Pincers lock

Tiny molluscs, Whimberel,

Hermit crabs moving shell

Prawn and shrimp

Sea lice too, grown big

Like pigs in the rock pool zoo

Animal empire

The Sea is emperor

Flat holm Island’s umbrella

Shelters small fry

From the wild sea’s lair