On stony steps above the loch the sentinel stands still
Surrounded by his clansmen and the shepherds on the hill
Strong and armed and stalking, watching, waiting to fulfill
Duty, Black as night , yet clearly seen at dusk, the kill.
Castle Stalker, hunter, Man, protector of the glen
Marking out the boundary, the Scots lion in his den.
Lying, waiting, aiming, tense, and weathered, guns of many men;
What? It does not matter for what matters most is when
Eternal truth and daily change, charge up or gently lie.
The whites of eyes, the yellow warmth, the reds of ?do or die?;
Its multi coloured frowns of cloud all beg the question ?why??
Tonight it seems quite angry, like a temper-blazing fire
Yet even that is beautiful, the anger of desire?
A mercenary stalker, fleeting, temporary hire
To sit for his lone portrait and await the ready buyer!