Blue Heron

Early in morning he comes to lake
He stands motionless; watching all around him
He is slender with skinny legs standing in water
Dips his white head at the slightest noise
I see him almost every morning
Same location across the other side
He has come since first I saw him there
His blueish feathers beautiful
Against the green tall grass behind him
I am quiet as a mouse not to disturb is thinking
As I slowly bring my camera up
He lets me snap photos of him until
The hour is too hot or noise is too much
He soars into the air; glides away
Until I see him again tomorrow morning

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