I came upon a Blue Heron today.
It landed in an irrigation ditch And hid behind a clump of grass. I slowly moved up on it and it flew away, But not far, a hundred paces down the ditch. Incredible, a Blue Heron in the irrigation ditch, And he’s staring back at me as if to say, “Hello, old friend.” And I could swear That I remember him from long ago, Long before our names were written down, When the morning colors of creation shone Upon the hearts of all created things. “Hello, old friend,” I say. “So good to know you once again, So grateful for the visit, So beautiful the friendship long forgotten, And how precious the unexpected, chance, reunion.”
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