Morning, he perches,
resplendent in heron gray
Like a beacon, he watches,
sets a rhythm for my day.
Is he lonely, I wonder,
eyes silent and still?
Later, he’ll wade his slow,
mindful hunt, while I tarry
waterside, camera aimed.
We’ve grown accustomed
to sharing this quiet space
I, the more curious, but
surely he ponders me too.
Is he lonely, I wonder –
Are you? his presence asks.
(Inspired by the resident Great Blue Heron and the promptings of Ragtag Community – resplendent, and Fandango – formidable.)
He is very resplendent! I wonder too about what they think of all our human activity?
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He’s funny. Whenever a new guest comes to the canal he’ll glance at me to see my reaction, then go about his business – as is we are co-conspirators.
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Ha ha! You’ve made a friend!
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Love this! I am in love with herons.
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Thanks Angela. Me too! Feel so privileged.
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Still, his presence commands that you recognise him as one of the Heronvolk! Achtung!
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lol – have you been saving that up? Love it.
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very nice! enjoy the beauty! xo
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Thank you! Merry Christmas!
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Yes! You got an amazing photo! I like to think they don’t ponder too much about things and live in the moment, and that presence reminds me to do the same! I have a heron tattoo that helps me remember, too.
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Awesome! They definitely teach the value of stillness and patience.
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They do!
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Love this poem!
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Thanks Jazz. Merry Christmas!
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I have one of those too! He/she has been around for years… I love the focus of the insect hunting 😊
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Thanks. I never tire of looking at him. Something reassuring about his presence.
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