Heron In a Muddy Pond

A Poem

It rained last night, insistently, loudly This morning the pond is full of muddy water A lone heron stands out in it, up to her breast in the cold

Normally she fishes from the bank But in times of dark water she must wade further in There is no guarantee of breakfast!

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