Friday, June 10, 2016

The Heron



The heron stands in water where the swamp
Has deepened to the blackness of a pool,
Or balances with one leg on a hump
Of marsh grass heaped above a musk-rat hole.

He walks the shallow with an antic grace.
The great feet break the ridges of the sand,
The long eye notes the minnow's hiding place.
His beak is quicker than a human hand.

He jerks a frog across his bony lip,
Then points his heavy bill above the wood.
The wide wings flap but once to lift him up.
A single ripple starts from where he stood.

~ Theodore Roethke (1908-1963)

13 comments:

  1. It is a lonely bird, I see never two of them together.

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    1. I actually counted some thirteen one day this past week fishing a stretch of the Potomac River together. But that was a first for me. Usually, like you say, I only see them by themselves.

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  2. Herons are awesome hunters and interesting to watch.

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  3. A common bird here. If you don't look out they eat your pond completely empty.

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  4. A beautiful shot of a handsome bird!

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  5. Beautiful photo and poem too.

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  6. I always enjoy seeing them. I spotted one this past Sunday on a rainy morning.

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  7. A beautiful photo and a beautiful poem to go with it!

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  8. Beautiful shot of a this gorgeous bird. One of my favorites!

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  9. This is a great photo, and the poem was perfect...

    All the best Jan

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  10. This is a great photo, and the poem was perfect...

    All the best Jan

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