The Moanotaur by Dom Conlon

I dinnae like the countryside
I cannae stand the trees,
An’ when I meet a person here
He stops an’ stares an’ flees.

Illustration © 2016 Jonny Duddle

It must be somethin’ in the grass
Or somethin’ in the air,
It couldnae be ma mighty horns
Or face of flowing hair.

It couldnae be the scythe I hold
It couldnae be ma roar.
For after all, who hasn't met
A Highland Minotaur?

An’ though I’ve lived here all ma life
(hid mostly in a maze)
The only sassenachs I've harmed
Have all had English ways.

Poem © 2016 Dom Conlon
Illustration © 2016 Jonny Duddle