Posted by: Moses | January 6, 2003

Heron VIII

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Lake’s lord, majestic, icthys’ bane,
Lifts off and soars from nearby bay.
He prances down from lofty reign,
Enfolds his wings and waits for prey.

For hours stiff in regal posture,
Poised to capture careless fishes.
Stalwart ess turns azure blur,
He strikes as lighting and he misses.

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