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.
