The great blue heron
by 
Written by Stewart Acuff
The great blue heron greets me
Every morning on my old man’s jog along the beach
Tall. regal, beautiful, he regards me as I do him
No sign of fear he never flies away
Just keeps a respectful distance watching me
and watching for the little fish he eats
He makes every jog special so perfectly fit for how he lives.
Long, long beautiful legs for wading for the fish and frogs
Long, long beautiful neck and beak for spearing the unsuspecting.
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