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Celebrate

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.

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Alone

Great blue heron perched

on a branch directly across the creek

drawn up into herself a sleek compact

oval of blue grey white and black

unmoving and I stood a long time

studying her wishing I could have a

closer look but as luck would have it

I had left my binoculars at home and

her privacy assured I reluctantly turned

away leaving her just as she wanted.

Alone.