Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm,
the family’s mixed Lab.
On the far side
of the town pond
a great blue heron
walked out of the water
then stood on the path
gave us the eye
we it
all the while
a rather large bullhead
dangled from both sides
of its beak
We waited
on it
it on us
then it hopped
down the path
a bit
stood some more
until I rooted
the cell phone from
my pants pocket
and grabbed some
bad photos
until it had enough
dropped the bullhead
and flapped off
awkwardly
The meathead nosed the bullhead
I pulled him away
Wondering if the heron
would return
for it
