Herron hunts the shoreline

Herron hunts the shoreline

at sunrise.

Concealed between

bull rushes bending

in the breeze.

Herron stalks the shallows

at breakfast time.

Neck curled, head tilted,

knobbed knees bend and straightening,

black and golden eye peering

as skinny fish swirl around

a flat yellow foot.

Herron statue-still on the sandbar

at noon

body like a

coiled spring ready

to strike.

Herron twisted

like a question mark

next to a dock post

eating fish dinner

as the sun-rays slant

toward day’s end.

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