The picture says “Poetry Friday”,
This poem is more about flyways…
Great Blue Heron
Silently tearing,
Along to their next lunchtime gaze!
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Heron stand very still,
With positive hopes that will…
Rewarded
By fish quickly sworded,
With lightening strike of his bill.
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The birds have several ponds,
For fishing in their environs…
One or two strikes
Must limit their likes,
Then fish won’t come near to be preyed upon!
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–Jonathan Caswell
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!
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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
By the Mighty Mumford 