Pileated woodpecker sat just there high up
in a tree very near our path and I crept along
hoping for a better and better view
my dogs wondering at my stealthy self.
We’ve seen a great blue heron every day
for five in a row at the bend of the creek
my dogs ahead of me always so that I
only catch a glimpse of her lifting up
and away, off immediately beyond
anyplace I can see. Miles chases.
The heron, like the Canada geese, is
tantalizing to him though what he would do
if he caught up to her I cannot know.
What would I, having caught up to
that one dream, do then with my ever
hopeful heart?
