The Heron's Tale
Once upon a summer’s qualm,
I searched about the river, tangled –
The heron spread her bosom wings,
And upstream we flew
Until the sun melted, and the
Maple trees betook her gleam.
I spoke unto her,
‘O how terribly afraid I am,
The moon is out to get me!’
She smiled, and nothing more;
And ‘way forth did the heron take me,
To vanquish me at my front door.
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