Yesterday he had a feast, today the Great Blue Heron has visited again--my five Koi are gone, all the fresh replacement minnows are gone too. One fat one remains. How did he miss it?
Poem below is in honor of this bird's evocative presence: It is a quick on-the-spot poem:
Heron
Against the darkness he stands
attending the waves, steady
on one leg atop the slatted bench
on the pier, a silhouette of dignity,
all ease and practicality; he has
just cleaned out the Koi pond
next to the house, I'll restock
with grub fish tomorrow
and the next. Perhaps we'll have
a daily meditation on hunger
and its many compensations.
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