THE LO-O-O-O-O-ONE GREAT BLUE HERON!

THE LO-O-O-O-O-ONE  GREAT   HERON!

 

On this darkening November day,

A Great Blue Heron assayed…

To fly overhead

A young driver said,

Across his lane of a rain-soaked highway.

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He thought the bird would have flown

South before snow fall had grown…

His migratory

Knowledge of the story

Was rather poorly known!

–

Perhaps, like other types

Of migratory birds, he’d no gripes…

With staying around

And fish to be found,

So much for stereotypes.

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Didn’t know if he’d see it again,

His late-staying feathered friend…

So he wished him a living

The day before Thanksgiving,

Whatever the future would portend.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

LEFT ALONE

LEFT ALONE

 

On a cold November afternoon,

Momma goose with the broken wing…

Wandered around down by the pond

Remembering everything.

–

Her family had flown south

With the rest of the geese living there…

Momma goose with the broken wing,

Couldn’t fly or get in the air.

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Sometimes one or two would stay,

The younger ones not full-grown…

But this year it seems she’s left with her dreams

To waddle through snow alone.

 

–Jonathan Caswell