Great Blue
An ancient creature hunts a stagnant slough,
His eyes of onyx peer into the pool
in search of scattered quarry veiled from view.
Aloft on boney stilts he slinks along,
In time his patient stalking brings reward,
His prey by movement gave itself away.
Prepared, his neck contorts in reflex mode,
one more primeval contest to unfold,
abruptly interrupted by a foe.
the creature wary, spews a wretched noise
a raspy “kraak” before he flies away
propelled by mighty wings in weighty beat.