Create-of Day 10

Moonlit Heron
often it is the waves that murmur,
that splash against the rocks-
the time that shows through
soil and erosion.
the bird that stands upon that shore
it waits for prey to kill-
with long neck, bill, and graceful legs
shine in irridescent moonlight.
the lapping of the waves,
skipping the light from place to place,
illuminate my little friend.
Though it's dark, I see
the desire in her eyes-
that make me wish
that we could fly-
together to the moon.
BRSvdE, Sep 18 2024
