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


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.


CLP 12/10/2019

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité