Dear Scotland

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The Bite

Tiny little vultures did not nip at my face

they saved it for another day

like a sneaky little devil who never had the decency to knock, to announce himself

But how could I be angry when…

the sights and smells made pictures into living dreams

a new religion was found

for how could such a sight be made without a malevolent being at the helm?

comfort and duality, a sense of purpose you have brought to me

the soft heart beat of your dew green leaves

to the light trickle of your untamed streams

oh how I worship on bended knee

this moment in time

this religion of mine

hope for days that are yet to come

and a knowing fear of things not yet done