The Heron (2) Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The heron is an exquisite
Piece of plumbing

Regard the u-bend of the neck
Porcelain white
With fashionable dove grey overtones


Woodpeckers sigh in envy
At its beak, the heron's leister,
Elegant and deadly

Its eyes would make
Stunning studs for an antimacassar

Its Rumplestiltskin legs
Are a heron-ic tour de force
Of engineering

It stands on its high rise stilts
Like a hunched hanging-judge
Ready to don its black cap
Prior to lunging