THE GANNET
Had God made you woman
You would rock the catwalk
– The supermodel of all times
Mesmerizingly graceful
Bewitchingly shapely
And alluringly stately
Diving off the cliff of Mykines
Lithely vaulting into the air
On your proud wingspan
Your chest as white as snow
Wing tips dipped in nightly shadow
Head golden like the setting sun
A magnificent fighter
Floating the sky
Your clever eye scanning the sea
You swoop from the sky
And slip under the surface
With a ripple ever so slight
A moment later you emerge again
The catch for your young
Shimmering in your beak
You are God’s miracle
The gorgeous gannet