Great Blue
Heron
by Ralph Fletcher
Even when we walk up close
he pays no attention to us
as he walks along the shore
peering into shallow water
looking for some juicy crab
or unsuspecting sushi.
He looks like a dorky teacher
teaching advance algebra,
all eyes and bones and beak,
lecturing to invisible students,
hungry for that one moment
when he will get across his
point.
I love seeing your pictures here and on Facebook. Your poem is the perfect companion!
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