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?
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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…
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
I’m charmed by the poem, the title, the sketch. Especially the sketch. And the last stanza of the poem. And ….
Thanks, Deb.