Herons never rush.

They doze on the wing

And side-slip,

Dreaming of grayling

Where willows dip

In the evening hush.

Herons seldom miss.

Into parallax

And 3-D,

Their rapier attacks

Cleave obliquely –

Plant the deadly kiss.

Herons nest in trees.

Teetering on twigs,

They unfish

For scrawny young sprigs,

Then rise and swish

Lazy on the breeze.