White Face

White Face short poem

Photo by Frankzed

The first time I saw you I knew not who you were,
your wonderful gentleness forever captured my heart.
So I sat very quietly on my back deck
and watched you dance, like a ballerina;
all around my backyard.

Your camouflage colours made from nature
and our sweet mother earth.
Don’t dare blink I might miss you, or make a sound;
and your wariness is much warranted
for danger is always around.

My next door neighbour had dogs who,of course, loved bones,
and you would steal them away when they went for a walk.
Then from the safety of my green private place,
you would unhurriedly enjoy your hard earned meal.

After quite some research I found you again,
only this time it was in a book about birds.
A picture was there in all your magnificence
and underneath was your name, written in bold.
White Faced Heron.

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