The Great Blue Heron - Epitaph for Fish
She's here again,
nearly three feet tall
wing span just as wide.
She arrives every day at eleven fifteen
landing silent on the roof shed
then glides to the ground.
She walks around the pond
then steps up on the stones
for a closer view.
She eyes the water staring steadily,
that long neck and equally long feet
find no fish swimming here.
She was here in winter
and again in early spring
now nothing left to eat.
She lingers for a moment
realizing she's come too frequently
and the pond is now devoid of life.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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