They are the bad boys of the north,
nobody is safe when they’re around,
ready to mug you at a moment’s notice.
They’ll steal your lunch as soon as look at you,
don’t care a toss about your hungry kids
waiting at home to be fed.
They’ll swoop down, stab you, stick the boot in,
grab your stash without a moments thought.
Happy that you’ve done all the work.
Thugs. Pirates. No moral conscience at all.
Off they’ll fly, your fish in their beak,
taking the spoils back to their young.
Bonxie is the Scottish word for the Artic Skua
Tonnie Richmond has, since she retired, spent her time either doing archeology or writing poems. As the digging gets harder, she finds writing a slightly easier choice. She has had several poems published and is currently working on a collection of poems about Orkney.