The Heron
19 May
A Heron
Flies low over my house
Limbs tucked under
Wings beating ever so slowly and rhythmically
Neck outstretched
Focused on my dam
As if tired and relieved
On the last leg of a long journey
It spreads its wings wide
Glides gently in a smooth arc
Ripples onto the dam’s glasslike surface
Settles
And rests
© Tony Sevil 2014
