Swoops in slow motion
over the lake, standing,
unmoving, on the grassy shore.
Bikers, runners and walkers
all sweep by a mere six feet away,
but he doesn’t see them.
They’re not edible.
I stand and watch,
quiet as the great blue heron.
He finds no fish but I find time.
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This is very nice. The simple direct language slips so easily into the reader’s mind, but then stays there and starts new thoughts running.