Heron

Alone
A still statue
Engulfed in the mysts
Keeping watch over it’s
Domain.
Huddled in the marches
Where no one dares set foot
Signatures of the soul
Brought by wisdom lost.
Held in tyme
Through centuries of legends
Angelic
Or better yet
Demonic.
Only the heron knows
It’s not going to tell.

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One time I was walking home, and as I passed Canadaway Creek, I saw the shadow of a Heron! I was so struck by my luck and the beautiful of it (even though it was only a shadow) I wrote this little poem about it. I used the stories about the heron to stem off my own experience. Sometime later, I saw another shadow, so this poem really hold a place in my heart.

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