Catriona's Whistle

Catriona's Whistle - published in 'Seas of Possibility' WEA

Catriona’s Whistle

Ten years have passed since that summer

we dashed the White Sergeant

atop Meall Fuar-mhonaidh

a blistering day, we’d planned to walk as one

but soon became a snaking path,

your eager stride, soon left us far behind.

To a tune from Catriona’s whistle

found deep in her pocket, we clasped hands,

your head thrown back in laughter

and I knew this was a special moment

to be stored away till needed:

you ready to fly the nest, and long since flown.