Theodore Roethke - The Heron lyrics

The heron stands in water where the swamp Has deepened to the blackness of a pool, Or balances with one leg on a hump Or marsh gra** heaped above a muskrat hole. He walks the shallow with an antic grace. The great feet break the ridges of the sand, The long eye notes the minnow's hiding place. His beak is quicker than a human hand. He jerks a frog across his bony lip, Then points his heavy bill above the wood. The wide wings flap but once to lift him up. A single ripple starts from where he stood.