Return of the Heron

I watched as she dropped down that full six-foot wingspan graced the air around that slipped in quiet, somehow silenced in the cold gray steel and suddenly again, she was here, looking for another meal. The great blue neck stretched up while below her leggy feet slowly stepped as she walked toward the pond indiscrete. Her visit came too often and my heart could no longer be softened for her hunger and her need had well depleted most of my fish and their seed. Still, she stepped methodic around the edge eyeing close the waters for some movement along the ledge slowly I rose as she stepped closer in to look some more but with caution, she scanned my figure in the door. Reluctant and defiant she stood beneath the net as I yelled admonishment at her brazen gaze met she was defiant and stood her ground until thru the door raced my little doxie hound. Then with an elongated step, she flew away leave it to my dog to save the day.