A penguin greets in Forfar
By the service station entrance.
Childish glee emanates from my face.
Another feathered friend anar.
Beauty that can’t help but entrance.
Caledonian coos at penguin pace.
Deftly setting sun upon its chest
Encapsulating the wonders of the Highlands.
Could you imagine a greater greeting in this place?
Dearly held, with a landscape on its crest.
Smol in stature but immeasurable in heart,
her kindness an imprint
from her soul’s beacon.
Though she struggles with her own mind,
as I have too.
I am a tree planted from the seeds of her empathy.
Her humour is sharper than the tastiest cheddar
and just as cheesy at times.
Yet I cherish every bite.
She sings smoothly, an angel’s song
transmuted through finite human ears.
A melody I know by heart.
Her name means prayer,
and the universe has answered.