Estuary
Out of the fir trees
river rustle unfolds
to silken slip-stream.
Thrush scurries through scrub,
golden beak stuffed with straw
spotted breast puffed out.
Collie snuffles the shore,
paws wet from the high tide,
disturbs a plover.
Waxwings bunch on twigs,
crests raised, berry picking,
gone in a heart beat.
(c) Elspeth Brown