Where The Heron likes to be
Heron resting
A peep into a secret world
He flew off, high he rose.
Glittering spots of dew now froze.
As he landed near a tree, his feet
clipped sharp on icy sheet.
A slight chance,today, for him to eat
if sun came out and gave some heat
he might not see todays defeat.
He thought the carp would be a treat
if it swam close for him to eat.
His plan was spoiled, as he did meet,
a group of schoolkids, what a noise,
whistling, screaming girls and boys.
He accepted todays defeat.
He stood quite still as in repose
then off he flew in glittering glows.