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Woodpecker and Heron

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?

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