The previous post of Mr Heron generated so much response it is obvious he is liked.
Someone even submitted a poem....so
he gets an ..encore
A glance that sweetens the sky
Mr Heron is merely bidding his time
Whether it's fall, winter, spring or summer
A lake, river or marsh
The patterns are already written in the heavens
For it is not only that the old will do
The old becomes new
He's just trying to decide
Upon his tranquil perch
When to go
For who is waiting in his blue yonder ?
Will Mr Heron's endeavor
finally lead to weaving
a journey of one
?
Image by; Eleni Passes
Words by; Anonymous
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