The Heron (Cavatina) Poem by Gert Strydom
The Heron (Cavatina)
Sweeping in for a landing with its neck
in a s-shape
with its golden eyes it motionless stare,
nothing escapes
from its deadly sharp pointed falling bill,
a paw does scrape
quite slowly down in the crystal clear stream,
but it does not stir when the seagulls scream.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
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