A shining stone on the horizon.

In a stunning world, it does it’s bit.

You may find it surprising,

This beauty is just shit.

 

Or guano to be more correct,

Though crap it is to most.

It beckons me to come inspect,

Though I’d rather not get close. 

 

It catches me slumped in blue,

When chuckles are more sparse. 

Cheers me to think that such a view

Came from many a gannet arse. 

 

Reminds me to think on waste. 

How to another it is more.

A rock engulfed with bird shit paste 

Can stop my tracks in Awe. 

 

I climbed the hill behind the loch

Instead of calling this day done.

I’m glad I got to see Bass Rock

In the milky Edinburgh sun.