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bird, fish, water,
She's here again,
nearly three feet tall
wing span just as wide.
She arrives every day at eleven fifteen
landing silent on the roof shed
then glides to the ground.
She walks around the pond
then steps up on the stones
for a closer view.
She eyes the water staring steadily,
that long neck and equally long feet
find no fish swimming here.
She was here in winter
and again in early spring
now nothing left to eat.
She lingers for a moment
realizing she's come too frequently
and the pond is now devoid of life.
death, father, father,
for my Father
My father is as noiseless as the bird,
Transfixed upon his pirouetting bob,
To angle fish his self-appointed job,
He speaks with silence. It is his every word.
Mirror to him, voiceless and unstirred,
The heron stiffens, ready to make hob
Among the flitting silver swimming mob.
Beaking his prey, he leaves the water blurred.
He rises like a spirit from the lake
to seek his nest, crowning a cypress tree,
At the utmost reach of my pursuing eyes.
Dad passed today. Contented with his take,
his creel pegged out, my father sought his quay
Eternal, at a height I can't surmise.