by Susan Blackaby
from Nest, Nook & Cranny
Herons walk with stilted steps,
Stalking, cautious, through the marsh,
Riffling the water's edge,
Proceeding in a stealthy march.
Each footfall kicks a cloudy plume,
A murky swirl of sediments,
Disturbing creatures in the gloom,
Unsettling their settlements.
Fish dart out of hiding places,
Flicker past the herons' knees,
Daring to seek safer spaces,
Deeper water, denser reeds.
Herons, filled with fishy bites, take flight,
For treetop colonies to spend the night.
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