Fisherbirds of flaming skies
From African sunset to fir top highs
Crested Majesty
Talons to strike
Soars through the thermals
locked onto pike
Trout for a treat
Rainbow or brown,
Surely the best Fish supper in town
Soulmates forever
Though winters apart
Caledonian Summers
Are affairs of the heart
Guards of the Lochan
Of woods and the hollow
Keeper of the Eeerie
Returns with the swallow
Enjoying the views
Of the mountains surround
Safe from predation
So high from the ground
Oh, fisherbird, fisherbird
Keep flying for me
In the vast Scottish skies
Next to yonder fir tree

(c)Lisa Naylor