Sitting in the butter sun of a warm October day
Hiding in the sugar mapleI watch, silent and unmoving
as the great blue heron fishes.
She is a teacher of patience
Legs still and straight as cattails
Head cocked and ready to dive – NOW!
Beak emerging then, dripping with the wiggling dinner
Taken carefully, carefully, into the throat.
© 2011 Merry Stanford
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