Puffinus Puffinus

Historical crooner, troll-like in burrows your eerie cries are supernatural. Lacking red, yellow and orange but you shear the air to make up for it. I walked a few steps around your island once. Got so tired in a day with sandwiches and pop. Marvelled at your fifty million mile journey from Bardsey, (just down the road really) to Brazil, Argentina and Southern Africa. You hang on the gale like the washing on my line and use your super powers to trace the planet. Crystals of magnetites within the eye you navigate better than Shackleton. Ginsberg’s puffin, who cries at the moonlight come home to me at night. And you connect for life and say hello with a kiss. As old as me but much wiser I see. from 'Going Off Grid' 2018 https://amzn.to/2Ei8gUl