Lovely!
Gray and still,
heron stands silent
in shadowed
woods; magic,
nature’s grace creates–and I
am gladly bewitched
by beauty,
quiet elegance
of creatures
birds and deer
caring nothing for me, yet
wanting existence.
Do they know
love–or is it fear
that guides their
daily lives?
Mother bird cares for her chicks,
perhaps that’s enough.
A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. I saw a heron, deer, and turkeys today during my morning walk. I struggled to get the prompt words in, and then it seemed to need more. I think I was ready to just keep on going with this to see where I’d end up, but I’m sure readers are happy I did not. 😏
Thank you so much for the reblog!
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