Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The Heron

So thats the way the heron flies:
A winged stick-figure on the rise
And then descending from the skies
To bring a sudden, sad demise
To fish and frogs with google-eyes!
Was God not taken by surprise
To see this thing of lullabys
Devour Her other subjects' lives?
Perhaps the bird can't empathize
With creatures smaller than its size.
Winged stick-figures on the rise,
Thats just the way the heron flies.

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