The blue heron
At the edge of the grey-lipped pond
In silence—
You pass by withdrawn
In silence as at night.

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One leg updrawn
Into thick feathered warmth,
Silently standing—
Eyes set against the sky
With barely noticed trembling.

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Branches dance
With an unseen partner—
Your breath,
Warm and moist on my
Neck as you sleep.

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Three crows
Black against the green
Slash pine—
Solitary against the blue
And purple evening sky.