Night Heron Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Night Heron



When bog water steals her wings’ day-smell
Comes the night heron to roost on the marshy night.
I have often caught her lost in the dim orb of moon
Got a whiff in the wind of her fishy smell
That says the night is not yet old
Her feathery dreams still unripe,
But like a philosopher in thought shy
The winged wonder would at my slightest hint fly
Leaving on my homebound way a trail
Till the moon reclines the night turns pale.

I wonder what thinks the night heron
In the stillness of the boggy night,
Is it her day’s catch and contentment
Or some way to carve a place in the starry firmament!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 29 August 2013

A beautiful sentiment of a wonderful sight, it was almost as if you traced the words from a picture. Although I've never seen Herons as attractive birds you gave this one a grace and majesty that I have never seen. Well done

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Tribhawan Kaul 28 August 2013

Nice poem depicting the heron's encounter with the poet. Enjoyed reading.

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Tribhawan Kaul 28 August 2013

Nice poem depicting the heron's encounter with the poet. Enjoyed reading.

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Valsa George 28 August 2013

The winged wonder would at my slightest hint fly Leaving on my homebound way a trail The alarmed flight of a bird at our sight is beautifully described in these lines....! The feathered aerial travellers are always a joy to behold! Another enjoyable read! !

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