THE LO-O-O-O-O-ONE GREAT HERON!
On this darkening November day,
A Great Blue Heron assayed…
To fly overhead
A young driver said,
Across his lane of a rain-soaked highway.
He thought the bird would have flown
South before snow fall had grown…
Knowledge of the story
Was rather poorly known!
Perhaps, like other types
Of migratory birds, he’d no gripes…
With staying around
And fish to be found,
So much for stereotypes.
Didn’t know if he’d see it again,
His late-staying feathered friend…
So he wished him a living
The day before Thanksgiving,
Whatever the future would portend.
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THE LONE HOME RANGER…KEEPS WATCH!–Jonathan Caswell 🙂