Post 259: little blue heron, coastal waters
by Carol Bass
LITTLE BLUE HERON WITH GREEN LEGS
does anyone know why?
the gangly and graceful wood storks like to hang out
with their friends?
but the Little Blue Heron chooses to be alone?
maybe she’s struck with the beauty of this world
and all she can manage is absorbing
her good fortune
having a body with celadon green legs
pale as the oceans of central america
her covering of stunning indigo blue feathers
she can squawk and squeal, unembarrassed
that her voice doesn’t match her glamour
and she gets to forage for tender fish
swimming in the new emerging vegetation of coastal waters
her awe that she wasn’t born a pack animal
a lumbering camel in the sub sahara