A HERON A Heron stands motionless on the bank Its head sunk on its shoulders Straining its neck Its eyes firmly on the shallow water Getting ready to pounce A new leaf is about to be written. Share this: poemPrintTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppEmailMastodonLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.