The heron waits where silver waters bend,
Still as a reed, it watches shadows drift and blend.
With patient eyes, it measures every ripple’s tone,
Then strikes with cunning speed, swift and precise alone.
A quiet hunter crowned in blue, by marshes known.
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Little green heron in Pyrography
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At dawn he stands where silver reeds still sway,
A silent sentinel in the waking gray.
He waits—great blue heron, patient as the tide,
Till quick bright ripples betray what they would hide.
Then morning breaks in the flash of his spear and stride.
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Tiny Grebe skims dawn’s silver seam,
Then slips beneath the lake as quiet as a dream.
With feet like whispered paddles, it vanishes from sight,
Surfacing with a sparkle and a fish held bright.
Small king of the water, the greatest little diver in flight.
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Cormorant coming in for a landing
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Morning settles softly on the pond’s glass skin,
While distant geese stitch quiet songs across the air.
The sky drifts in the water, broken only by slow ripples,
A fleeting peace that shimmers, then slips beyond our grasp—
Like every refuge humanity seeks in places that cannot stay.
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Fluffy white cygnets hatch, tiny and shy,
Safe on mama’s back they ride by.
They eat their fill day by day,
Growing strong along the way,
Full-grown by three months, proud and spry.
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Crimson dawn drifts softly across the pond’s still face,
Cyans and gold awaken in the glass-like water’s embrace.
Each reflection lingers, unbroken by hurry or sound,
A solitary bench stands watch where quiet peace is found.
There, morning gathers its light and lays it gently on the ground. #writing
