Sue McBean

Sue McBean Only an ocean away.On the “scatter my ashes’ island.Across the Atlantic. Rathlin.Eider ducks coo, tide ebbs and flows,and oyster catchers scream alarm. The soft eiders,huddle close for safety in numbers.They seem to fly under water.Menacing gulls circle overhead.There are no chicks yetfor airborne rats to play tyrant over. They’llcross the Sound to scavenge Continue reading