The Heron

 

 

Great-Blue-Heron

 

The heron stands at attention in the shallows

While the green water flows  toward him

Swirling around his stilt like legs

The fish must see them as reeds

Does he hope?

I know he hungers

And he is all focus

An Archer with his bow  pulled taught

Still as a sentry

He waits for the right moment

If it takes all day

To release the arrow