Old Grey Heron

If there is a bird

Designed for all this wet weather

It has to be the heron

Who sits miserably hunched up

With his long coat

Of sad, grey feathers

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n.b. On an oak bough over a river, just east of Sherbourne, he sat and stared gloomily into the rushing water – catching the mood precisely.

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CLP 12/10/2019

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité