An Elegant Heron

Along the river bank I strolled Beneath my feet the grass was wet, Company I did not have, nor seek Deep within my thoughts, but yet Elegance, it caught my eye For I chanced to see a heron there, Graceful wings, they slowly opened Heaving her into the air. It seemed to me all far too languid Just how did she fly, thought I. Keenly though, I watched her soaring Lifting, easing to the sky. Entry for A OCTOBER PREMIERE CONTEST any theme, any form, max of 25 lines - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/10/2017