Longest closest best view of the great blue heron
perched on the arm of a dead tree still
reaching out over the creek like a beggar.
My dogs crashed about, loose, I not wanting
to call them lest I frighten away that magnificent bird.
Oh I suppose they are commonly enough seen
around here and that particular one I’ve spotted
just there at that bend in the creek many times.
Nevertheless the longest closest best view ever
is a thing to celebrate.
“The heron slowly opened it’s wings. The process was carried out as if it were a matter of hinges and levers, cranks and pulleys.” Charles Frazier from the novel “Cold Mountain”