The Great Blue Heron
The Great Blue Heron stately stands,
In a sea of golden sand,
His snake-like neck swings to and fro,
Aiming for a fish below.
Long black crest and gray-blue feathers,
Blend him with all kinds of weather,
Long, stout legs balance long,
A body that is stiff and strong.
Suddenly he strikes a sunfish,
And the water divides in one big swish,
Hunger satisfied at last,
Heron prepares to take off fast.
He spreads his giant wings apart,
Folds his neck down in a lovely arc,
Then off in a flurry he takes to the sky,
Toward the sunset, bidding the world goodbye.