When the heron
Stands quiet at the
Side of the stream
He rests quite still,
As if in a dream.
But all is pretence,
Not as it may seem,
For the heron
Knows his purpose,
At the side of the stream.
I imitate that heron
Whose intentions are profound,
For he looks for sustenance -
We share a common ground.
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