Dusk ripples
across the pond.
A great blue heron
stalks sunlight
along the reeds.
He snags a fish,
turtle-sized,
from the water.
He flips and swallows
the fish, which falls
down his gullet
like a rabbit
through a snake.
His neck straightens;
the fish is gone.
He shadows dark
along the shore.
Don’t you wonder
if that fish
ever believed
in herons?
—
This post in included in I and the Bird # 149 over at Twin Cities Naturalist. Sadly, this looks to be the last edition of I and the Bird. I’ve been participating off-and-on for 5 years and even hosted it once. Sad to see it go…
2 Comments | Filed under: birds and neighborhood trails and poems | Tagged: herons, i and the bird, napowrimo
I’m charmed by the poem, the title, the sketch. Especially the sketch. And the last stanza of the poem. And ….
Thanks, Deb.