Walking the Olentangy on a Rainy

I stand in the shadows,

still as the Great Heron on the opposite side,

watching him slide step by step,

quick movements and short pauses,

working his way along the west bank of the fork.

 

His gray blends into the wet clay of the bank

and I almost lose him for a moment,

then see the quick lean and stretch,

head and neck plunged fully into the water,

tell-tale silver clutched in the beak.

 

He holds the fish for a moment,

then snaps his head back and up.

The gulp is followed

by a twisting shake

that starts at the neck,

convulses body and wings

and ends with a shake of his stubby tail.

 

I stand, still watching,

as he moves on along the mud and leaves,

preying upon the fish so wary of larger fish

and learning too late

the silver strike from the sky.

 

There are many who die

in this notion of nature’s balance,

unaltered by willful compassion,

the greater preying upon the lesser

and not always taking note

that there is One Greater Than Us.

 

 

H. Arnett

10/12/2011

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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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