Heron Poem by Richard George

Heron

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Grey pterodactyl,
you are too slow for our time:
your dangling legs and wing-span
set an ample target
for the murder of hoodies.

Faster, faster
every year you watch them fly:
you land, turn trigger statue
and catch and eat your only friend,
the primordial fish.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: fish,murder
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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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