These herons appear at their appointed destinations
Preemptively materializing from distant heavens
Massive, decadent wingspans, dominating the horizon
Through the blended pinks and oranges of a thousand-year sunrise
Suspending flight missions to perch on rural wires
Did they wait all night in aroused suspense for this dramatic moment,
This choreographed display for my awed approval
A balancing act for appreciative eyes
This flawed world has failed to disrupt their rhythms and truths
What are their secrets
October/November 2022
As I recall, I was taking early morning photos of Mt. Hood when suddenly the sky was taken over by approximately a dozen herons in flight, making their way to a nearby feeding ground where I would usually spot them. Several paused to perch on wires and take in what was below.
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