Visited by a great blue heron

Soaring overhead.
I spied the beak, the curled neck,
The long knobby legs.

I stopped and paused,
My thoughts interrupted.
Graced with his presence,

Albeit it briefly.
And as a morning send off,
On my way to work.

Him crossing my path,
Traversing the sky, my life.
Silent reminder

Of beauty, of joy.
Pulled into the moment now,
And then he is gone.

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