I went for a walk in Glen Sligachan on Saturday. The air was clear with storm clouds racing from behind the Cuillin range. I could hear the ravens rattling out their call as they circled the crags. On the way back I saw a golden eagle flying overhead. I watched until this amazing bird became a tiny speck in the sky as he flew towards the Cuillins. Glen Sligachan is a true wilderness.
Thunderous clouds are gathering on high,
While golden eagles screech out their cry.
Ominous mountains dominate the land,
Enormous statues; colossal they stand.
The ravens circle and rattle their call,
As they rise on the thermals before they fall.
A wild place of freedom; a site to hide,
Where powerful raptors hunt and reside.