Francis Duggan - The Grey Heron

Francis Duggan - The Grey Heron

The grey heron for hours on end is standing br In the quiet pool with water to his knees br With head cocked to strike he scans the moonlit waters br For small trout who might swim out from shade of trees. br br Till eventually his great patience is rewarded br A troutling unconcerned swims his way br A quick dart of his head there's little struggle br And in one gulp he swallows down his prey. br br The quick snatched meal does little for his hunger br There's many more fish there for him to eat br In shallows of river pool he stands silent br The cold waters lapping around his feet. br br The grey herons in flight seem slow and awkard br But as fisher birds with patience they have skill br They wait for hours in the slow shallow waters br And they won't miss their opportunity to kill. br br In moonlit stream at border of quiet meadow br In shallows of pool partly shaded by trees br The patient heron waits for his next victim br With water lapping around his spindly knees.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-14

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