View from a hotel window
Saturday morning, 9am.
I’m looking into the arms, tails and legs
of a monkey-puzzle tree
and a bird I don’t know
seems to be telling me
Enjoy all this now!
A woman in a red fleece walks
her beagle along Ness Walk.
The river, flowing eastwards, also
has somewhere to go to.
Inverness: I find it as it is only more so.
Pam Thompson 
I had a dog, a lurcher who was very good at the looking out thing, letting the world show you what it is. He’s gone now and I miss him, because we would sit and look together once he had taught me how to do it. I remembered him last September in Cornwall where we did a lot of the looking stuff together.
Before we leave
On Sancread Beacon it is all
Rolling wet sky, burying
Hill tops, hurrying
Late gorse and heather
Into black soil.
Three buzzards rise and coil
Beyond the tumuli
Stirring the weather.
He sits still with me,
Damp nose to the wind,
Anubis, my dog soul,
Waiting for rain to fall.
Yes, it’s an art that needs teaching!