I've been watching my heron friend as he has been watching me. If I were to get closer I would be trespassing. Without getting closer my protege stays put. We are alike he and I, if someone comes near I must flee to preserve my individuality. To protect my fantasies. But mostly because alone I advance, with others I wait and wonder if my opportunity exists. We look at each other and for a fleeting moment of shamanism our souls mingle. I love that turn of beak, I look forward to the interchange. Unfortunately I haven't a zoom photo lens to snap this magnificent creatures likeness. I worry about the fears my beloved are currently facing and I treasure the history that cannot be replaced by current invention and folly.
2 comments:
Very cool, Blue Heron. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful Writing here, Ms Blue Heron. So profound and deep. You have such an intimate connection with nature and a poet's soul. I like the photo, it's more mysterious. Zoom lenses can be intrusive and even when they're used, nature's creatures depart. I love the "fleeting moment of shamanism our souls mingle". Your metaphors and symbolism with nature and yourself very beautiful. I'm glad I stopped here today.
SunHawk
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