Time to Stand and Stare

I made a friend today as I

stood and stared by the riverside

stock still, one meter tall,

not half as wide, without a care

he stood my heron friend, beside

the stream: light dancing over leaves above

we stood together; standing there

I watched as he, without a care

bent down his neck and caught a fish

a glistening, red, wet shape: a dish

fit for a King or Queen, thought I,

enriched by regal dusk light, which began

to fade into a velvet night: but then

as wind brushed through the boughs

my heron friend, so still before

took flight: leaving me alone once more.

after Leisure by William Henry Davies

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