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The Constant Heron

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The Constant Heron

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WATCHING THIS HERON WATCHING

A Heron

WATCHING THIS HERON WATCHING

A Heron

Stands in the same spot ever morning

Often descending into himself

A skeleton in his wings no

A half staved thing

All skin and bones

Docile

Sleeping

With the patience of JOB

Then suddenly alive

Needles the still water in the canal

Pounces

Takes a fish out

And swallows the dangling thing.

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By Timmy Conway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet

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