On a muggy, head-achy morning

We were graced by a heron

With its presence two times.

First in the air from the side

Of the dock with a great

swoosh of wings and air.

And later across the pond,

Still like a slender sculpture,

Until it sensed something

Wrong and turned its head

To and fro and then took off.

We were sorry to disturb its

Peace but grateful for its gift.