Heron: grey and white, long legged predataor:
Is now standing, most icy and motionless,
Amidst the stream's silvery blue waters;
Waiting for its prey to come into range.
And then suddenly...and o so swiftly,
With a dart like, laser precision, its
Sharp yellow bill spears a surprised fish:
Its first significant catch of the day.
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