December 2010

Heron Work Ethic

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Watching a Blue Heron fishing:
tight as a quiet banjo string,
spring-loaded and neck cocked,
ready to fire that piercing beak,
eyes, head, neck down, stabbing
into the dim depths where prey swims.
Out it all comes with a head waggle,
the hapless fish tossed around,
a scaly cartridge being chambered,
fired into a bellyful of fated neighbours.

Then he does it again.
And again.
And again.

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