The Heron a poem by Steve Mitchell
The Heron :- A poem by Steve Mitchell
With a nickname of the Grey Ghost he stalks his fishy pray.
Lurking around the river bank he rarely wants to play.
A solitary feeder ....he never follows any leader.
With gangly legs and big long bill you often see him having his fill.
Where do you sleep you great big bird
You appear like you are from another world.
Why did you ravage my Koi's and Carp
If I catch you round here again you will end up playing a harp!
Only joking the Heron is my favourite 2 legged winged creature.At least I made the poem rhyme. Something you don't see much now.