The Heron Poem by Liam ó Comáin

The Heron



One summer's evening
near the M1
from an access road
I watched a tall legged
heron glide from its
high nest along the river
to the weir where it
landed silently
observing and snatching
a trout which it carried
laboriously in large
winged movements
back to its roost

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