Blue Heron flew off as usual
When she saw me
How lucky I was to say “as usual”
To see Heron fly, beak open
Making her loud screech of a call
I followed her wanting to feel
The force of her powerful wings
Kayaking out along the shoreline
The rhythm of paddling becoming
My own set of wings
Looking for birds
Each one a blessing, a chance to fly
Out of Water and into Sky
Heron landed on the shore
Flew off again, swooping
I followed along
The rhythm of paddling becoming
My own set of wings
Back and forth, back and forth
Dip into Water, push against Water
I love how the Ducks
Ignore the plastic Owls
Placed on docks
To scare them away but instead
They dry themselves
In the warm sun, heads tucked in
Calm with no intent of feeling fear
When I walked up from the lake
Pileated Woodpecker was in the woods
Fiercely working away
At the dead wood
Clutching the side of the tree bark
His bright red black white feathers
Shone through the leaf shadows
I had just been missing him
When he appeared
He said, “Join me”
The rhythm of paddling became
My own set of wings.
for Dr. Brissette
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