White Heron

Sinuous, curving neck,
full breast,
long legs
reach into
the harbor’s edge

Obsidian eyes
bottomless, a tunnel without end

Seeking

Along rocky shore,
slow filling harbor
a mirror capturing grace,
clouds doubled,
scudding across a fecund sea

You strike, down,
mouth agape,
gasping,
rippling the mirror,
body shooting forward,
head buried
in sea and sky

You have caught prey
tight within your mouth,
relentless
focused
controlling
owning.

Trapped, engulfed
shaking body now raised,
glistening under a hot sun,
consumed
consumed
consumed.

 

About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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