The Heron
Who is at my shoulder now
What lingers in my shadow?
See how quick the waters flow
Where the river narrows
Hungry as a sparrow
Sinister as a crow
Floating like an arrow
Up from the lake
Comes a Heron here to take
The crow’s eggs if he can
But they are awake
And alive to his plan
Now comes a raucous battle
And so the scores are settled.
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