Mousehole Gannets
A wind was gathering strength, saving spluttering rain
Across a misty, dishevelled Mount’s Bay;
Turnstones fussed in seaweed upon outcropped rocks,
An Oystercatcher poked, remaining aloof and vain,
As anxious Cormorants flew singly, or in formation away
Towards St Clement’s Island to roost amongst seagull flocks…
Yet through the raw elements’ clumsy din,
Gannets flew unhurried, smooth and serene,
Banking east to west then swooping low
Onto a restless sea, then plunging in,
Before wrestling free with prey caught clean,
Their yellow heads striking the gloom aglow…
Pete Ray
March 2019
Mousehole before the winds became really strong and rain pelted down, 5th March 2019, St Piran’s Day…
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