| A visit from a blue Heron left one lonely and frightened goldfish huddled in the bottom pond mud...what frogs that may have survived we're long gone into the the meadow grass...the young Heron returned to check on any leftovers...sat in a nearby tree and ignored the stone sentinel...later a pheasant wandered by...bittersweet ...the flock of clouds herded by the the morning wind...headed east... | |
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