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Mornings at the Pond

by Tammy L. Beevers

I watch him each morning,
this blue heron statuesque
in his indigo feather suit.
He crouches, legs folded
precisely waiting.
and watching as fish flirt
with the water’s edge
and death.
The heron strikes,
his beak instantly a skewer,
his neck elongated,
beautiful as an orchid stem.
Startled by sound,
he stretches his wings,
soars, then dives
and disappears
into the dense green.

Tammy L. Beevers hails from Seneca Falls, New York, but says she’s really a born-again Texan who’s called Central Texas home for over 30 years. Her poem “Aspen” has been chosen as one of 10 winning poems for San Antonio’s Via Metropolitan Transit’s “Poetry on the Move” contest during National Poetry Month 2011, and “Texas Panhandle Slow Drive” appears in 2011 Texas Poetry Calendar.

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