Discipline Idea #2 or, The Heron

The heron, standing stiller than the flow
of sluggish water ebbing past legs which
slowly step through the brine while his eyes go
slowly searching for any ripple which
might betray some tasty morsel, a frog
perhaps, or a swift-swimming fish hiding
in the marsh-weeds or unseen near the log;
The heron, he is mindfully biding
his time, waiting not to launch himself too
soon, leaving his prey to dart away from
his hungry beak; waiting until the true
instant!
his serpent-swift strike might pluck from
the marsh the plump meal for which he had yearned
and, by his time-tempered patience, has earned.

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