Selkie

"The seal-people dance to music unheard'  George Mackay Brown

Hoot of the owl
howl
of the wolf
bright
eyes in the night -

We are those who inhabit,
shift-shapily,
the almost-edges of your senses -
dwell in the spaces,
the imagined places
between perception and reality
and

shedding supposition
like a skin,
slip
silently
from your grasp
and vanish
where the sky silver-meets
the sea