spinning my wheels to work
taking the scenic route
courtesy of construction detours
curving between summer trees dripping leaves
mist rising from green pastures
where horses dip graceful heads to graze
there he is again
yesterday floating through the fog
on pteranodon wings
the great blue heron
impossibly slow to stay aloft
wings laboring in defiance of gravity
today hunched solitary on a solemn perch
atop one of two leafless blunt-armed giants
lifeless roots stolid in the still water
an entourage of like trees
standing at a respectful distance
a scene so serene that it
belies the life swirling below
unaware that now
deftly
the heron
will engulf
one
with a snap.
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