Otter in shadows

You can see where he is, little seeker,
by the sparkle of bubbles escaping from his fur,
a surface shiver fizzing among bladderwrack.

When he starts rummaging in nests on the skerry,
the heron flaps off,
a flag signalling end of race.

We watch death happen.
Terns squeal unceasingly,
lift like ash off a burned-out fire.



Mandy Haggith lives in Assynt, Scotland, and teaches Literature and Creative Writing at the University of the Highlands and Islands. Her books include four poetry collections, a tree poetry anthology, a non-fiction book about paper and five novels.