child’s jacket, found near a heron,  so I imagined what the jacket may have ‘seen’

thought of the heron’s yellow eyes like the berries on the tree

the child may have climbed,

my Cairn snuffling amongst seashell smells, huffing to himself not noticing

me seeing the vista of silver sea, thinking the jacket would have ‘espied’ tankers on the horizon,

also been picked up lain on a seat,

maybe swirled up in rain squall and landed haphazard on a bush…

who knows

will be restored to its little owner anon….